THE OLD MAN

The Old Man
The Man we hear
Smiling waving to friendly faces
On the steps of IJN

The family members
Happy faces eyes glow
The Old Man is going home
The cozy warm breeze
He will be back on his feet

The Old Man knows
He has much to do
Time is so precious commodity
It can’t be bought
It can’t be bargained

He has a long way to rectify
The many wrongs he finds
Now looking out of his box
He recognizes his weaknesses
If he is still on the seat of authority
He wont’ does it like that

Now he needs his time out
The long game the long hours
The Old Man knows
When he comes out
The guns will do the blazing
The sleeping beauty will get a shock
Not knowing how to do damage control

The Old Man walks into his car
Smiling so happy on his way home
The sky is beautifully crafted
Giving him a welcoming hand