Fairbanks - Leitbur

worn recliner

could be finer

ever the fighter

it’s rarely cold

like the man it holds

like the man it holds

the years are settling

smell of metal

years have settled

summers mellow

children grown

with sons of their own

with sons of their own

the years are settling

keep remembering

keep remembering

midnight sun

yard overrun

the generations

the old man smiles

but the boy’s eyes are wild

the boy’s eyes are wild

the years are settling

keep remembering

keep remembering