I forget that I am old until I’m out
Walking like a cripple in a drought
People tell me,dial 999
I don’t want to be so well defined
Getting off the bus, five people call
Wait until he stops or you will fall
Am I looking worse than yesterday?
Oh, good Lord, don’t let me be your prey
I sit down on a wall, is that a crime?
Have I crossed a boundary or line?
The wooden benches all are gone away
The homeless used to sleep on them, they say
I sang Joan of Arc at the bus stop
In Lancashire they say, y’ alright cock?
Cock and darling,honey and my sweet
My lovely, you are looking a real treat
I forgot to keep accounts and say my prayers
I guess I’m fending off some kind of dare
Where’s my handbag, where’s my bloody phone?
It’s acting adolescent as it roams
When I take naproxen, it won’t work
Opium is dangerous with some luck
I lie in bed and see the sun pour in
Then I know that life will always win