We have no boundaries when we grow too old.
Unless we have blithe spirits rich and bold
They will tick us off for unmade beds
Give us soup and tea when we lie still.
Who will notice when we’re stiff and dead
Tell the nurse we have not paid the bill
Grandad died at home I thought him old
He worked in the mines was black with coal
He had raised 6 children on his own .
He never grumbled, suffered all alone.
He gave me 5 pound notez when I was tall
21 years old and sorting mail.
Then I grew away and live down here .
Lord forgive my sins,I hated fear
How my heart sings 