The old man sits alone
Looking sad, upon the bench
As he watches the children playing
On the other side of the fence
Cries are heard from a little girl
As she stumbles forward and falls
Laughter is heard from the boy who pushed her
Who stands there, oh so tall
The old man shakes his head
Memories become so clear
Years ago he was that boy
The thought brings just one tear
Friends gathered 'round him then
It was he who'd never fall
But now he sits alone each day
The irony of it all
The old man sits by himself at the bar
Counting pennies, for another drink
The young men watching him
Snicker low, roll their eyes and wink
The man at the corner table
Gets up, and staggers around
And somehow seems to bump the old man
His pennies tumble to the ground
The old man shakes his head
Memories become so clear
Years ago he was that man
The thought brings just one tear
Friends gathered 'round him them
It was he, who'd never fall
But now he drinks alone each day
The irony of it all
The old man turns his one light on
In his tiny little room
No pictures decorate the walls
Only darkness, and gloom
His tired eyes are closed now
As he lies upon his bed
He knows the night will haunt him
As pictures play inside his head
The old man shakes all over
Memories become so clear
Just to go back and change it all
The thought brings several tears
The friends who gathered 'round him then
Who thought he'd never fall
Know nothing of this old man now
The irony of it all
Flo