The old

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

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