An aging poor man and his poor aging wife
They only seem to have each other in life
The weather is breezy and warm and fine
Walking in the park in the evening sunshine
Their children and grandchildren nowadays they never see
How sad and how lonely for some life can be
On living expenses buying food and paying rent
By pension day all of their money they've spent
Too poor for to go to a restaurant for to socialize
Their landlord of late their rent on them did rise
He lives with his wife and his teenage son and daughter on the town's wealthy side
One on the right side of the social divide.
The tag of life's battlers to them does apply
That inequality is rife none ought to deny
Two aging nice people in their late seventies tough times they have known
One might say of them that they are on their own.
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