Old fashioned mother
by Steven Clotzman

I suppose it may be obvious to most
And this circumstance is hardly cause to boast
It should be easy to play the fool
But I’ve never been that cool
See, I’m an old fashioned mother when I’m down

Others come to town believing in their own
Some without a friend or a ticket home
But my problem’s not so clear
And I see no way out of here
I’m just an old fashioned mother when I’m down

Flash a smile; take a bow it may serve you well
Though that’s not my style as you can probably tell

You don’t worry about the things that we can’t see
In another day and age I might agree
Shake your hand, kiss your cheek
Watch the strong subdue the weak
I’m an old fashioned mother when I’m down

Go ahead; make the most of this curtain call
But don’t expect for me to toast my own rise and fall

They say everything in time will run its course
And redemption only comes with true remorse
I show up, look alert
Just to struggle with what hurts
See, I’m an old fashioned mother. . .
I’m an old fashioned mother . . .
I’m an old fashioned mother when I’m down


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