I watched the floods down in the Valley
from the safety of the hills.
It was harsh and hard and nasty without any
My memory walked along the pathway
of old times and days gone by.
I thought of many pleasant days
And times when I was spry-
In life we find a repetition,
That keeps us all in our own condition!
Chained to life's little worthless goblins
That bring in cares and bigger problems!