Oh, come on, now
I am old, not gung-ho,
My limits at my door;
Stop sniveling, dumbo.
Can't look out for you
Tho' I'd commit anew
Every single day
That crosses my way
Can't keep it all turning gray
But, for you, yet I pray.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
Oh, come on, now
I am old, not gung-ho,
My limits at my door;
Stop sniveling, dumbo.
Can't look out for you
Tho' I'd commit anew
Every single day
That crosses my way
Can't keep it all turning gray
But, for you, yet I pray.
In life's twilight years, the poet looks back with a loving glance at those that have been the closest in his heart and wishes for more ... hence he resolves to pray for them.
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