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Old tired and broken like some worn out shoe WHY? After all I served my country and paid all my dues Now all I have left is this torn threadbare suit The thanks from my country for doing my bit For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets If I'm lucky find a doorway, have a few hours sleep Food! Well at my age a littles enough Maybe a discarded Macdonalds or a hard stale crust YES, I served my country,  saw comrades die Now I wish I'd died with them, beside them to lie My only crime was to grow frail and old And who's going to mourn me as my body grows cold NOBODY because nobody cares
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Growing Old
Old tired and broken like some worn out shoe WHY? After all I served my country and paid all my dues Now all I have left is this torn threadbare suit The thanks from my country for doing my bit For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets If I'm lucky find a doorway, have a few hours sleep Food! Well at my age a littles enough Maybe a discarded Macdonalds or a hard stale crust YES, I served my country,  saw comrades die Now I wish I'd died with them, beside them to lie My only crime was to grow frail and old And who's going to mourn me as my body grows cold NOBODY because nobody cares
joe-cole
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
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