" Old Man "

Poor,wrinkled, old man
Can't hear a thing each day
Looking for his hearing aid again
But his eye sight is ailing
His feet are sore with years of wear
And on the floor he falls with no one to catch him
His kids couldn't care
And his wife left long ago
All the abuse he dished out is coming back to haunt him
Even the poor kitty ran away
On his death bed he lays on the floor all alone
Cause he couldn't control himself so much
All the liquor rushing to his head
The circulation is stopped and
Now he dies and not a soul gives a care