Frank

Look at me I seethe, is it my grey hair, do I need new teeth, why am I always late, as if you'd care, use me like a traipse, what might have been, it's not fair, when you’re so easy, nights I fall and sway, without a slur, I can take the strain, don't sing like the sea, dabcing eyes like flares, these fine evenings, like a fish to the bait, your eyes blur, why say I'm great, are you scared?