Standard (EADGBE)

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Here's to memory, old age and every

 Here's to the people who live in a shell

Here's to memory, one more for every

 One for the road where pedestrians dwell

So self-assured, complacent and bored

 Our hero opens a box on the shelf

 Containing advice, so worldly and wise

 Welcomes his children to help themselves

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He hasn't time for riddle or rhyme

Too busy fighting machines at the plant

He married young, his path is his pocket

Beginnings and endings escape from this end

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Baptized, materialized, no time to realise

Caught in the current and drown in the well

Went about fifty, stubborn and empty

Hands out the world for his children to sell

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