To Age And Obsolete - War From A Harlots Mouth

My daily grind and duty

My effort oh so truly

Genuine and proper

Always a giver, never a taker

Maybe I’ve seen too much

But never ever had enough

I just couldn’t even bother

To walk the distance

No, I can’t go any further

So now that I’m old

I’m not afraid to die

A while ago the lord took my wife

To everyone I am a stranger

Got no one else by my side

So I don’t pray for nothing that’s left in my life

Am I the worst man alive?

Am I the worst form of life?

I’m not afraid to die