When I get older, hair turning gray,
A couple of years from now,
Will there still be money for a bottle of wine,
Or will I be standing in the food pantry line?
I'm clutching my food stamps, I'm down on my knees,
Please unlock that door.
Will anyone heed me, will they still feed me
When I’m old and poor?
You’ll be poorer too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you....
1 comment:
From time to time, I drop by your blog to enjoy your posts. I was thinking how my "nest egg" has turned into a yoke, and despite the market crashes, it will most likely be my heirs who will benefit from the "upward trend" after the cyclical 20% drops and gains.
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