An old man all alone
A disposable relic
A blank cover of a
Boring old book
Nobody cares about him
Friends, acquaintances gone
No time for that old geezer
Isolated, not much to do
But wait there’s Isabelle
And everything is new
And he doesn’t need
Any of you

Bub Boyd

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