OLD MAN BY NEIL YOUNG

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Hi,

I woke up after a necessary body rest to ‘Hey, you’ve not prepared for the prompt today! It’s almost 4:00PM (Nigerian time)

I was damn clueless, that’s how I get when asleep. Even as I’m typing this now, I still feel asleep. Yes! I’m a sleep person. I love sleep 😊

If you get to see any typo here… please blame it on sleep not me.

So, I hurriedly sent a message to Michelle Hugelmann and she suggested two beautiful song if which I chose one. Thank you Michelle!

Let’s get into shall we. Wait! I forgot to say something: MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE 🌲🌹💞

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-Compose a poem inspired by song

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LYRICS

Old man look at my life
I’m a lot like you were
Old man look at my life
I’m a lot like you were
Old man look at my life
Twenty four and there’s so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two
Love lost, such a cost
Give me things that don’t get lost
Like a coin that won’t get tossed
Rolling home to you
Old man take a look at my life I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true
Lullabies, look in your eyes
Run around the same old town
Doesn’t mean that much to me
To mean that much to you
I’ve been first and last
Look at how the time goes past
But I’m all alone at last
Rolling home to you
Old man take a look at my life I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true
Old man look at my life
I’m a lot like you were
Old man look at my life
I’m a lot like you were

 

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “OLD MAN BY NEIL YOUNG”

  1. I see your gentle smile
    reminding me of your time
    we knew we’d meet here
    how I’ll miss those days.

    Alas, love’s take denied
    we needed to share more
    than the same sun
    perhaps we knew better.

    So alone we’ll sing
    we’re alike yet apart
    you needed my eyes, my hands
    I’m a lot like you are.

  2. Never mind what
    sadly changed
    impulses matures with age
    lips quivers in expectations
    eager to please
    vestige of beauty
    grandly worships
    fierceness to be old
    veiled in loveliness
    intensifies the whole
    wounded affection writes
    frivolously bold
    the enchantment of
    whitered sense

  3. My old man
    Wasn’t in my life
    I’m nothing like him
    He fell into a bottle
    A drank and drank
    And drank
    He was a nasty drunk
    I was three when my
    Mom kicked him out
    Leaving her to raise
    10 hungry mouths
    My mother was
    A saint
    She is gone now
    But she is in
    Heaven
    I have no doubt

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