If you think my time is out
I'm old and decrepit
man I leave you in no doubt
you're wrong in every bit.

I can still live on my own
don't mind standing in the bus
still straight I keep my backbone
am hurt when you're too generous.

Am hurt when you offer me yours
in deemed kindness for one old haggard
thinking I'm a spent force
that has said its last word.

But I've not can take the bus ride
standing as tall as you
what if youth is not on my side
me an old man I don't view.

Man when you offer me a seat
hold me in sympathetic gaze
unknowingly me you mistreat
by mocking my hard earned old age.