Grey hair
Grey eyes
Grey face
Grey look
Social Security isn't enough
Doctors are expensive
I can't afford necessities
People are always rushing
They beep at you
It's Sunday
You're the only one on the street
The stores are closed
A sheet of ice
Under the heavy heat
The Sun drags my shoulders down
I sweat
It smells
My hair
It bothers me
Things that never used to bother me bother me
I have difficulty walking
Getting anywhere I want to go
It's a strain to go on
The stores are closed
A sheet of ice
Reflecting:
Grey hair
Grey eyes
Grey face
Grey look
--lyrics and all music by matthew john mortimer
