Old Man
On the bench
Looking at the fading lights
On the sky
Thinking about his life
Once young full of energy
Telling truth and lies
Listening to his melodies
Once he was young
He could run in his wild life
He couldn't care about religion
To him it is just full of lies
He wanted to play in his life
The offer of full swinging time
He couldn't have enough
He was high on his free rides
Old Man
Ogling at the beauties walking by
He can smile to them
But he can't do much now
He looks at his wrist-watch
It's time to walk home
Leaving his melodies of reflection
As he takes a slow walk
Old Man
He remembers the song
“Wild horses” ringing in his mind
He looks at the beauties and waves
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