When a man grows old does he worry?
Does he regret all the things that he has done?
When his love has passed is he lonely?
And does he keep her pictures when she’s gone?
Inevitably, one day I’ll know
And these will be the songs left unsung
When he’s seen the world is trust forsaken?
And when he abandons this who is blamed?
Is it true when the full heart is shaken,
And his secrets spill out he’s ashamed?
Inevitably, one day I’ll know
And these will be the feelings left unnamed
Can this man see hope when it’s all over
Or from greed and hate has his vision blurred
When it’s said and done can he seek closure?
Or will he have to repeat every word?
Inevitably one day I’ll know
Perhaps it is best left unheard
I think this is a very moving
I think this is a very moving and sad piece. The ballad of old age and regrets. May we live not to get there too soon but just soon enough.
i like it. :)
i like it. :)