This Old Man - Warrel Dane

I remember this old man and the wisdom he shared with me

Upon his knee I’d listen

I remember words he spoke and the look behind his quiet eyes

In silent bliss life gives little lessons

He spun tales of worlds unseen

Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams

He lived his life again just for me

He raised children to be strong

They flew into the city lights, such busy lives

He wished they’d visit home

I will remember the words of this old man until my dying day

It took his death to bring them home

To the empty rooms where they had grown

Where he died alone

And they buried him next to his bride

I held her hand as my mother cried

Just a child of five, now I understand

Now I understand the words of this old man