Same Old Song

And the band starts playing
The same old song again
The monks start praying
To the same God again

But He has grown,
He's grown tired
Maybe its time
That he retired

He's grown selfish,
He's grown Greedy
Bless the homeless
And the needy

And the band start playing
The same old song again
The old are still aging
Its new years eve again

But they've grown stupid,
They've grown lazy
They've grown senile,
and gone crazy

They've grown new cancers,
And suffer old ulcers
There are new medicines,
which might be the answer

And the band start playing
The same old song again
And here I am sitting
Back in that same chair again

You were cold,
and you were hearltless
Still you insist
that you are faultless

You are selfish
and you were cruel
How long must you torture
this young fool

And the band start playing
The same old song again
And when it ends
I press rewind again

I am drunk, and feel so sleepy
And in this room I'm feeling creepy
Maybe we sat here too long
Maybe I should stop listening

To our Old Song

poem by Niroda Abboud
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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