tied up in getting on tossing and turning about what to put in and what it's all worth to replace bob thinks there's nothing, nothing clever in being clever nor being stupid just get on course for a future that's lucrative the secret of youth is disinformation secure something that'll take its place bob says "who'll love the old man who grumbles? who'd throw away stuff that'd make perfect jumble?" he has mixed feelings about charity he'd like to buy his own home the trouble starts with arrangement and where on earth to put it the problem continues with how to get hold of things bob reckons that a thing of value, it should never be mistreated he doesn't go for property is theft dunno if he leans to the left he has a limp, an industrial accident; the boss didn't look too concerned e landed on his feet, met a nice bloke an older chap who claimed to know about life but bob, it seemed, could not convince his pal that a future would prevail it seems it was ok as it stood but how far would his friend be prepared to go apparently these days trust is very hard to muster worried sick, he takes time off his new job to have a think about what's in store he changes somewhat in character (but not as much as he thinks himself) bob goes along to see his doctor says, "give me something that will make me sweat" so