I like this old coat.
It's been with me through all kinds Of weather, sure it's got its holes, But that gives it character; It's got big pockets, too, for holding things. Yes, they've got holes, too, but just small ones, Only something like a pearl would fall through. Look here, it's a good coat; It's been in my family for years. Patched up and stitched back together Over and again by work-worn hands, The sweat, blood, and tears of generations Invested in this old coat that's still a coat, Yes, sometimes they were cold wearing it, But they powered through and now I'm here, Why should I ask for anything different? Who's to say what you have is better? Who's to say if I take this coat off for a second You won't take it and run, Leaving me uncovered. Huh? Who's to say? Who's to say that multi-colored, woven thing You're offering to put on me will hold up In a blizzard or a dust storm or a war? You say it's made of wool and gold, Tested by fire and flood, and brand new. Brand new. Well, who paid for it? I'm not trying to mooch what I haven't earned, I worked hard to inherit this coat, Who paid for it? How much does it cost? It's free. Pfaw. It was paid for by a king. Sure. What's the catch, huh? I knew it. I can't keep this old coat if I take the new one. And what if the new is not as good as you say? Paid for by a king, oh the king, what kind of King just gives things like this away? Comments are closed.
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