Fozz - Retirement Day

There's a quiet old man with a cap on his head
And he's early to rise (and he's early to bed)
And you can see that he's struggling for meaning in life
Since the time ran out for his faithful wife
And he's always got a smile for the mums in the street
As they stop and pat his dog and he dishes out sweets
To the kids who are scared of the scars on his check
But it's nothing compared to all the scars underneath
And the things that he's seen in the places he's been
Are lost in the fog of time since retirement day

And now I watch him fold his paper as he gives them a smile
And the kids going to school call him paedophile
And they spit on the floor and throw stones at his dog
As he drops his milk and his seed catalogue
And he wonders at his own brand of idiocy
Recalling just how much he'd wished for retirement day

Day by day, hour by hour
Belly draft and cauliflower
New tablets and running out of power

I guess he wonders why he gets out of bed anymore
And faces the day from the wrong side of the door
All the things that they would do after retirement day
They just all disappeared when she passed away
Now there's just a wardrobe of unworn clothes
And a picture of her holding his hand on retirement day

Written by:
Elliot Foskett

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