Poor Old Me

I’m here thinking of my life How my life was played Out Did I sell it for riches of Green back and gold For diamonds that sparkle’s And blind my eyes, Just to say, I have all these Riches To satisfy my neighbors approval Do my expectations leave a bit To be desired? Oh’ no, I am just old me cannot Change.. The diamonds I have is few and Gold is fewer Keep it hiding away so the thieves Want slay for such cheap riches I am just that old plain Jane, tryin To be hidden Poor to the bone trying to swim Above water..