Now I'm getting older and time is short So on my past I'll make a report As I start to write it's just getting dark Which takes me back to Conneaut Lake Park The month was August, the night was cool I says to myself, "Davey let's play pool" I struts in this pool hall and spies this Mabel Racking the balls on my empty table Now I pride myself on handling a stick And this dark-haired babe could tell I was slick She saunters up and she leans on my arm And says, "Hey big boy, you've got plenty of charm" "I know" I say, but don't let it throw you 'Cause you're a city girl and I don't even know you She gives me the blinkers and a pat on the cheek "Max, you're the man I'm out to seek" So to change the subject, I chalk up my cue And get ready to break as most pool sharks do Before I can break she throws down a wad "Break 'em and run 'em, and take it, by God" So I broke 'em and ran 'em and picked up the bills She stood there and shivered like she had the chills I gave her the money and said with a wink "Dry up your blinkers, let's go have a drink" She shakes my hand and says, "Thank you, no "You're really kind, and I do need the dough" The tears were running down her face Dropping so softly on her collar of lace Well, she looks up and gives me a sad little smile "Maybe I'll see you once in a while" And strange as it seems as I write among tears We've been married to each other over fifty years