Old

An old man sat at the edge of a bed and worried about the shape that he was in People came around and opened up the ground and pleaded with him just to take the hint His next of kin couldn't make the drive in what with work and bills to pay So he stood at the back of a funeral shack as they lay his body down to waste Old shouldn't be that way Well I hope I die before I get old but not because I want to stop living Because we take away the freedom from the people who gave us all that we've been given When I was a little boy You'd take my hand and lead me home Now I'm telling you what to do and where to go It's the young who forget, not the Old shouldn't be that way Old will be you some day