He knew he was getting old
His days, he had mostly sold
His fingers and toes were now, always cold
His manner now, not so bold
It became easier to tell the truth
It wouldn't cost an eye or tooth
It was not all changing for him
It was easy to see his eyes swim
When he saw the lady next door
When she bent over to clean the floor
When his eyes would there avert
When she turned and winked with a flirt
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