Decrepitude Inn

Your final hotel room costs $488 day
A most expensive place you'd have never booked
They wait on you hand and foot
They do indeed wipe your ass

Your mind drifts in and out of last century
but snaps to the fore when pride wakes up

Dust gathers on the prized possessions
you lorded over the hangers-on

They visit now and wonder at the mighty laid low

You cannot cast a shadow laying down
I hear your offspring didn't cast a shadow while walking