On Being A Curmudgeon
When summer arrives just a bit too soon and gets one to complainin’ is there not then something wrong? Since the spring’s been mostly rainin’?
I’m thinkin’ that it must be the New Englander here inside of me or just an old curmudgeon’s ways a strainin’.
When I was once a younger man and I frankly couldn’t give a damn if it was cold or hot, and not, therefore a word of this be sayin’ .
But time it seems has come and gone and left me here with the old grumps gone and where someone needs to be the one remainin’!
And so you’ll know I’m not alone there’s plenty more who’ll gripe and moan at just about everything with no refrainin’ .
Your grampa did it and your gramma too, but never, ever in front of you they saved it for the selected few who needed their explainin’.
Yeah, you see that things ain’t like they used to be, the weather, the politics the music and me, but don’t look now, because on you the years are gainin’.
I’ll say this now and I won’t repeat, these thoughts of mine so less than sweet that you may remember some day when your patience has gone a wanin’!
You’ll have the right to speak your mind and trust me now you’re gonna find that to stay young is the only way to resist a love of life from drainin’!
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