Old Man's Song

Hair on your head White as the snow Old man, stand feeding the pigeons Your body is rust Skin is like dust Seen in the last light of evening Lines on your face Each one a trace Of happiness, distance, and sound Lonely you stand Weak are your hands Old man with too few tomorrows Memory's gone Friends passed along Old man, stand lost in your reverie Life has been kind To give you this time To dream unrestrained as the wind blows People pass by Go on their way Not wishing to engage conversation You, you know why One look in your eyes Reminds them their time, it is wastin' Hair on your head White as the snow Old man, stand feeding the pigeons