Old man sitting by the street

What once seemed very slow

Seems now hard to keep up by

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This old man, he traveled far

Fought against all odds

Accomplished a lot and felt proud

Birthed a son, just to throw him out

.

Now a widower, he stays alone

Everyday past mistakes he moans

Never treated his family right

In his house, only his might

.

He did it for them, that’s what he said

Each night lonely in his fancy bed

But every now and then

A memory comes through

.

A flash of his son’s smile

A taste of his wife’s food

Never leaves him alone, for good

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This old man, he sits by the road

Watches the world go by

And his mind goes

If I had a chance to do this again

This time – all of my love

I would spread