There it hangs all limp and old,
In the closet dust and mould,
Was this the one I wore that night
She kissed me soft and held me tight?
Or did I wear the blue suit then,
My mind confuses who and when,
And there, the tie another gave me,
Who loved me sure, or was it maybe.
Funny that, the thoughts that pass,
Like floating seeds among the grass,
Which ride the wind and journey through,
Blessed by sun and morning dew,
And there the coat I wore at twenty,
When life was young and hopes were plenty,
That night I longed for her and waited,
Now ragged, threadbare, musty, faded,
Aye, bad things happened, good ones too,
But best not think too much or stew,
Let’s close the door on older times,
I hear the wind arouse the chimes,
Let’s sing and dance to newer rhymes.