I woke up to my old man smell,
drenched in my sorrows and self-pity.
I woke up to the sound of joy forgotten,
and shrieking of children running, laughing, hoarding candy.
I woke up to the reflection of that brown-eyed boy,
with the skinny frame and the big dreams.

Whatever happened to him,
whatever happened to his world.

Here's to another day, another month, another year.
Here's to time, the only winner...