It's Old Hat

I've written all the words,
It's now become old hat!
It's twelve in the evening,
And it's going to go passed that.

I've been writing and rhyming,
For such a long long time;
The words and the phrases,
Are becoming a bit lime crime.

I think it's amazing,
How life can still go on;
It all it's so many stages,
As if one life's just gone.

Well when all is said and done,
And Jesus is finally home;
You can kiss the old fresh daisies,
For god will want life to roam.

I'll bet my bottom dollar,
There's not one suit left to wear;
They all have been misdirected,
And no hat left to match or compare.

So well I guess it's now all folded,
That's the many things on my mind;
That when the tale all for told,
Life well it's just old hate and kind.

Signed,

I take an 8 3/4