age growing old

Age growing old

The eyes become blur

The mind can't think sharp

The body declining runs

And the money tree

The hot sun no rain

It turns up dry and empty

The nest of tomorrow disappearing

The juicy years

The fast lanes of life

Barking up through the nights

Of tomorrow nothing to cry

Now the dry up years

Age growing old

The nest still running low

Tomorrow the hardship flow

88% working adults never safe

The money tree to survive on retirement

Maybe they have many commitments

Work today pay today what else for tomorrow?

The sad state of affairs

The breadwinners will cry

When old age comes knocking

The money tree withers and dies