No one around me, sitting here on my own
Love has gone and left me, children have all grown
Wife has aged and passed away, now there is but none.
One look in the mirror, who's that looking back?
An old wrinkled face on a person once called Jack
Memories delude me, forgotten things once was
Fading into nothingness, once important lost.
Still I am quite happy, have some help with care
look at pretty carer's face, look but do not stare.
I had a Triumph motorbike, twenty two years or more,
it has since been scrapped could not ride it anymore.
I'm a hundred year old chap my fingers are quite sore.
I'd like to go shopping but my legs are far too weak,
I remember my children home and playing hide and seek,
I don't know how long I have left upon this land of plenty
Yet I do not want to carry on until I'm a hundred and twenty.
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