Scars And Souvenirs

It's been twenty some odd years since we lost Aunt Lil

Now he plays Russian roulette with memories, but there's only time to kill

He's too old to work the cattle, too stubborn to stay in bed

And each morning over coffee he turns to her picture and says

I've been better, I've been worse a time or two

I've got two bloodshot eyes and that's enough to see me through

Fair to middling, considering

Life's mostly scars and souvenirs

There's wrinkles on his face, wrinkles in his clothes

And he wears a little thinner as each day unfolds

But he swears he'll live forever just to spite his health

But it takes Christian Brother's brandy to reassure himself

Now a picture's worth a thousand words, money made is money spent

Bless us, oh Lord, for these Thy gifts, he knows not where they went

So the postman brings his pension and the county brings his meals

And I stop by from time to time and ask him how he feels