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It’s All About Timing

When I was young and trim and strong of limb
And my brain was a thing to behold
You could write a book about my classic good looks
I was charming fast and bold.

And nobody cared.

And when I was forty I was dapper and sporty
The accomplishments flowed one by one
I was quick on my feet and a treat to meet
I could always get the job done.

And nobody gave a damn.

Now I’ve slowed down a lot I’ve no longer got
All those assets in bountiful heaps
I’m late to bed and late to get up
And the world now gives me the creeps.

Still nobody cares.

So I follow the sun when my day is done
And watch it go down from the shore
As I say goodbye with a tear in my eye
And show the world what they used to adore.

And get arrested.