The Old and the Broken
The old and the broken
Are out-spoken though never heard
No one sees they're out-goin'
When they're un-broken
Are they old and broken?
Or are they young and miss-spoken?
They hold you close with soft-spoken hearts.
Yet they're always a token no one discerns
No one sees the un-spoken
On the Subway Token
They're un-woken dreams
Become un-spoken notions.
The old and the broken
are young and un-broken
and wise with a token
They have a notion
For the young ambition.
They always have a conclusion
For the thoughtless and ambitious.
They are wise
And keep on goin'.
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