Old Man's Song

Hair on your head

White as the snow

Old man, stand feeding the pigeons

Your body is rust

Skin is like dust

Seen in the last light of evening

Lines on your face

Each one a trace

Of happiness, distance, and sound

Lonely you stand

Weak are your hands

Old man with too few tomorrows

Memory's gone

Friends passed along

Old man, stand lost in your reverie

Life has been kind

To give you this time

To dream unrestrained as the wind blows

People pass by

Go on their way

Not wishing to engage conversation

You, you know why

One look in your eyes

Reminds them their time, it is wastin'

Hair on your head

White as the snow

Old man, stand feeding the pigeons