Rehearsals For Retirement - Mark Eitzel

The days grow longer for smaller prizes

I feel a stranger to all surprises

You can have them, I don’t want them

I wear a different kind of garment

In my rehearsals for retirement

The lights are cold again, they dance below me

I turn to old friends, they do not know me

All except the beggar, he remembers

That I put a penny down for payment

In my rehearsals for retirement

If I’d hav known the end would end in laughtr

I’d tell my daughter it doesn’t matter

The stage is tainted with empty voices

The ladies painted, they have no choices

Me, I take my colors from the stable

They lie in tatters by the tournament

In my rehearsals for retirement

Where are the armies that killed a country

And turned a strong man into a baby?

Here comes the rabble, they are welcome

I wait in anger and amusement

In my rehearsals for retirement