The old man told me son sit down.
There's things you need to know.
I wasn't always what you see here.
I was once a boy yet to grow.
Trees to climb and frogs to catch.
And no grounding of my dreams.
A pilot or maybe even a poet.
I could be anything it seemed.
Soon I found I was now a man.
With a future I never planned.
The chapel bells rang and a son soon followed.
After grandma gave her hand.
I know you see a withered old man.
Who seems to you out of date.
But there is wisdom I want to share.
Before my days end and it's too late.
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