These twilight years of loneliness,
no one around for me to view,
surely being on ones own is not the best,
have even vacated the churches pew,

The four walls have now become my cave,
nourishment now taken just to fill the need,
looking out my window people pass by, not even a wave,
my life it seems is a vegitating seed,

I no longer have that adventurous clout,
crippling body is aging within,
all I can do is at the telly shout,
it seems old age is now a communual sin,

No one bothers to contact or check up on me,
constantly receiving those goddamn bills,
in this life I am no longer free,
all I do now is feed the rich mans tills.