The Old Shearer Ed

Though like all others he has a life story to tell
It will never be published in book form to sell
In his prime years the top shearer in many a shearing shed
Time has caught up on the old shearer Ed

In his prime years in pubs in many a bush town
He often drank until midnight after sundown
Some of the women he made love to among the deceased lay
And those living like old roses fading away

For the what used to be he does not have any tears
The past to him now are the forgotten years
Without any known children or a partner or wife
One can say he is quite alone in his life

In his late seventies his balding head silver gray
One who has had by far a better physical day
A hard working robust man in his physical prime
Eventually we all become victims of time

Sadly for him his gift of memory with him did not last
He does not remember anything or anyone from the present or past
For his safety locked in his nursing home room he is on his own
His adventurous life's journey to him now not known.