The Old Man
We can hate or dislike him
I met him face to face alone
No guards no busybodies
One to one in his room
Just asked to sign his autograph on his book
He spoke quietly
Eyes as sharp as his mind
When anyone wanted to deal with him
Better get the facts in the head
Because the Old Man didn't like gossips
The Old Man
He had his issues through the years
As Daim once said of his boss
“He always wants his way”
This is much we had known about him
The Old Man
Through the decades
He has only one colour in his mind
The book he wrote could sum it up nicely
Because he doesn't change his ways
When we are wrong
We should change and apologize
It doesn't mean we have lost our faces
It means we are humans mistakes can happen
Because we aren't the perfect beings on Earth
But the Old Man
He can't say the word
Because it will not be his way
In his mind he thinks he doesn't do wrong
Until now aged 97 years he still can't admit it
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