The Old Man

The Old Man

 

Deep snow lay on the ground by the town center oak tree

Every morning an old man would come

Underneath the oak tree

Sit without fail upon the bench

Underneath the oak tree

His eyes dim

His cheeks rosy

Underneath the oak tree

He walks each morning unassisted

To sit under the oak tree

The town’s children and young man

Underneath the oak tree

Com and sit upon the cold ground

Underneath the oak tree

To hear of love and days gone by

Underneath the oak tree

The old man speaks to listening ears

Underneath the oak tree

Of people and places now unknown

Underneath the oak tree

They laugh at him when he tells

“The empires once kissed me here”

Underneath the oak tree

Frozen to the ground his boots

His lifeless body not mowing

Here he sits and here he dies

Underneath the oak tree

Town’s people gather to say fare well

Underneath the oak tree

A stately coach

The palace guard

The Dowager approaches

Gently she takes the old man’s hand

Underneath the oak tree

“Seems to late I found you my lover dear”

Underneath the oak tree

She bends down to kiss the hand of the old man gently

The old man to rest is laid

Underneath the oak tree

Next to him another grave

Underneath the oak tree

The name upon the headstone you find

Underneath the oak tree

 

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