A bachelor for life?

I am walking through the twilight of my years, but I am not forgotten

Try not to shed those tears when in the ground I’m rotten

I cannot bare the thought of you, suffering alone

I need you to find someone, to call them your own

A bachelor for life, lives a life of woe

For when you are old and grey, who’ll help you, do you know?

I think not my dear, but now it’s my turn to go

Just take heed of what I’ve said I am in the know

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