The Pensioner

When I was young in yesteryear I walked at night without a fear. But now I’m old it’s not so good, to walk at night I never would. The young have no respect for age, their lives are ruled by drugs and rage. Why can’t people respect each other, you wouldn’t mug your Dad or Mother so why mug parents of some other. I’m very old, my hairs turned grey and this will happen to you one day. Then you will know the old age plight when you fear to walk alone at night.