THAT'S THAT THEN--(they wonder why I'm so angry)

Everyone knows a cranky old bugger,these people that sit on fences and growl at kids when they go past,angry at the world,you couldn't do anything right for them if you tried.When I was a kid,the old sod nextdoor,Wal Courtman,had us kids shit scared-at times we'd be afraid to go out the gate-there he'd sit-on his fence--waiting.I think sometimes his poor wife used to tell him what an old bastard he was,because on occasions,we'd sneak past him,and he'd bring out a paper packet of those bon-bon type toffee's,you know? the ones with sugar all around them.On other occasions he'd just as leave turn the hose on us kids--you never could tell, you never knew which way he was going to go.Why was he so angry? and he's not the only one--old Gretta was the same,Gretta was the aunt of a friend, of a friend I've met on this wonderfull medium-the internet.So Gretta had very close connections to me.Well,she didn't did she?--but everyone knows Gretta,and everone knows Bloody Old Wal Courtman--But have we stopped and thought why they are so angry--and as we get a little older.do we find a little of Wal or Gretta sneaking into our make up ? Guess what ? I have.

THATS THAT THEN (AND THEY WONDER WHY I'M SO ANGRY)

I'M OLD,AND I'M GREY.
AND MANY WOULD SAY,
THAT I WON'T BE AROUND
FOR MANY A MORE DAY.
BUT I'M TELLING YOU,
I'M NOT FINISHED YET
I'VE GOT THINGS TO DO
AND I'LL DO EM.YOU BET!

I KNOW THAT I'M FRAIL
AND A LITTLE BIT SLOW.
I'VE GOT A FALSE PLATE
WHERE ME TEETH USED TO GO.
I WALK WITH A LIMP,
MY BACKS STIFF AND SORE,
AND MY EYES AINT AS GOOD
AS THEY WERE ANYMORE.

BUT,EACH DAY I GET BY,
YOU KNOW,I LIVE HERE ALONE?
JUST ME,AND ME DOG
AND OF COURSE,THERE'S THE PHONE,
NOT THAT IT RINGS MUCH,
ITS JUST NICE THAT ITS THERE,
JUST WAITING TO TELL ME
SHOULD SOMEBODY CARE.

WHEN THE NIGHTS SEEM SO LONG
I CAN'T SLEEP VERY MUCH.
HE'S BEEN GONE FOR YEARS
SO THERE'S NO ONE TO TOUCH.
I THINK OF IT THEN,
IN THE MIDST OF THE NIGHT,
"CLOSE YOUR EYES,JUST LET GO
AND ALL WILL BE RIGHT"

BUT BUGGER ME,COME THE MORNING
AND I FIND I'M STILL HERE,
I GETS UP,MAKES ME COFFEE
AND SITS IN ME CHAIR.
OLD DOG WADDLES UP,
SO I GIVES HER A PAT.
THEN GETS ON WITH OUR DAY,
AND WHY ? CAUSE THATS THAT!

THAT'S THE WAY THAT IT HAPPENS,
THAT'S WHEN YOU GET OLD,
THAT YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE LEFT,
THAT'S THERE'S NO ONE TO HOLD.
THAT EVERYTHINGS WRONG
THAT NOT A SOUL CARES.
THAT DEATH'S NOT THE WORRY,
THAT ITS THE WAITING I FEAR.