Old Man

They're the people old man Smith used to know
Pull a chair on the porch for a brazen blow-by-blow
A smell of perfume or sound of certain song
Can knock Smith far back many year though

With that guy he used to bike the Boardwalk that year then
And sad to say, the way it went, he would not have chosen
Fitting and suture, the guy had gone into doing med back-surgery
To Smith's face he really was nice, behind it so frost and frozen

After that there was her, and with that came glazing glow
Smith's sister was her brother's sometimes so-and-so
What she was up to now he really had no idea
Perhaps deserved, she left Smith and love cold as snow

Old man Smith did not think he'd know any of them forever
Because money or some silly thing it was due sever
People he used to know, most eventually went on their own
The way it went he couldn't have predicted, no, no not never