Your Old Age

I am the bearer of the very bad news
one more part of the world that you have to lose
it’s not something that either of us would choose
for your old age

You stand by the door as mad as you are
you hold in your hand the keys to your car
you say I don’t drive fast and I don’t drive far
in your old age

I am honestly glad you are fighting and trying
not giving in and waiting for dying
so here I am driving home crying
from your old age

Pieces of now and pieces of then
pieces of trouble we can never mend
next week I will come see you again
in your old age

we gather together and try to find
a way we are not felled from behind
by what this is doing to your heart and mine
your old age


© Cosy Sheridan, Cosyng Music BMI 2015