Song for the Elderly

THe old man sits on my chair in the Lounge room

His face had seen years, his eyes had she'd tears

Ge's been through a life time, his friends have all gone

He waits in the chair as I walk down the stair

He looks up at me and his face forms a smile

His eyes fill with light as he notices me

His body is ancient, yet he looks so happy

He opens his mouth and greets me with glee

I look at the old man, I smile politely, I shake his leathery hand

He gets to his feet and I look in his eyes

I open my mouth and address the old man:

How did you get in my house, old man?

I don't know who you are

You seem like a very sweet nice old man

But I don't know who you are

The old man laughs and calls me tobias

He thinks it's a game when I say my real name

He asks how my wife is and how are my children?

I tell him I'm single, he laughs it away

He waks in the kitchen and he puts on the kettle

He asks me if I want some tea

I tell him okay and the water starts boiling

He fills up my cup and hands it to me

I'm sorry but that isn't milk, old man

I still don't know who you are

You put mayonnaise in my tea, old man

And I don't know who you are

The old stops, I think I've upset him

He puts down the tea cup, looks up at me slowly

And says: dear Toby, I hate those Japs

I wander up stairs and fetch him some trousers

He puts them on the usual way

He tells me that he doesn't know where he's

I say there's a room and the he can stay

You can live in my house, old man

I don't care who you are

You're pretty racist, but funny, old man

And I quite like who you are