we all know him,.. he's been old since our birth
so cold with his words it holds him with a curse
he folded his happy feelings first, expressionless
plus you can sense his emptyness if ya next to him
he never grins, he only yells how he hates noise
n' gets extra grim if he ever see's boys with toys
because to him, todays youth is lazy and unaging
he says "i did hard work, you think they payed me?!"
his entire life has been one of poker faces n' frowns
sulken phrases n' sweat by the ounce but as of now
he just sits there with his depressed glance on life
passed him twice after the death of his son n' wife
now he lives all alone in a 5 bedroom home as he moans
to the painted walls, and aging portraits of souls
he once loved to the death of him ..
or, .....the death of them,
so now he has nothing, except money and hate
and the wrinkles on his face make a symbol of dismay
he takes pills all day, anti-depressents n' pain-killers
but an ironic inverse reaction make his strain realer
insane killers of happiness, lurk in his thoughts
absurd and distraught, too blurred to ever walk
with pride again in his life, ... his pride is empty ..
so the next time you see him in the sun
as he screams at your fun, remember the love
that he doesn't possess, take some heart from ya chest
and lay it out in the open, to unfold and rest
because he doesn't have anything, n' u have it all
so next time he get's mad cuz your having fun ..
try throwing him the ball ..
old people are about to die .. remember that, pz
