He knows he is not the man that he used to be
He has dwindled mentally and physically
Nowadays he has lapses in his memory
His lot may be the lot of you and of me
When he was fit and healthy and his hair was light brown
Fifty years ago he was the hero of the town
Amongst football fans the talk of the town pub
The leading goal scorer for their favourite club
As grey as a badger the years on him show
The passing of time has left him walking slow
His lot will be my lot and your lot one day
On the wear of ageing we do not have a say
A shadow of the man he was years ago
Eventually time becomes everyone's foe.
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