Thoughts of old people who are left in old age homes. Thoughts of old people who are left in old age homes.

Now the years are passing, And we can hardly see, Now the years are passing, And we can hardly see,

The poem shows that old age is a golden age. The poem shows that old age is a golden age.

"She knows me, I know her, Classes going on." "She knows me, I know her, Classes going on."

It’s not like you were blind, you just didn’t wanna see it, It’s not like you were deaf, you just... It’s not like you were blind, you just didn’t wanna see it, It’s not like you...

I work up the courage to get up look myself in the mirror, I work up the courage to get up look myself in the mirror,