An old man on a bench

An old man on a bench

Settled down by the tree

Where the river and the forest

Waited just by the sea

With a paper in his hand

He read all he can

With a copper and a license

He’d by himself a rifle

Yes indeed this is not a typo

But the voice did tremble

When the old man hollered at me

Saying son “thought you were wise

But I’ll give you brand new eyes

Don’t live your life like me

Now old and full of regrets

While I chased those pretty brunettes

Instead smell the flowers while they stare

And captivate your breath blowing through the air

Don’t spend every dollar

Cause unemployment may come holla

Live a life well spent

Rapture every moment

Hell bent be content

Understand these very eyes

Take a look into my soul

Don’t your eyes see the hole?

My life hasn’t paid its rent

An eviction notice nature has sent

Does not the bench carry my weight?

Mines eyes the sorrow?

My breath reeks of whisky

 my heart dinged of filthy

No amount of wealth can take this sorrow away

I’m poor man though my wallet’s full

I’m a Hollywood star, a harlot’s fool

If only I’d dream of staying in school

I’m a basket case

Shadow of my former glory

The opposite of an underdog story

If you’d wish to copy this

You beg solemn wish

Don’t worry my son

My life second to none

Like you I saw stars

Dreamed of colonizing Mars

Being the first man in every flick

Cop all the hot cliques

A cliché rather D-Day

When thee day came

And all I had went away

The wife I had left one may

Never looked back until this day

Till this day I dreamed of no other

Words I once told her mother

She’d though her daughter was my prize

Till D-Day came and that hope died

Keep all this in mind young fella

When you marry be ready for that stella

And she be ready for you

Avoid divorce at all cost

D-day today I never wish for you

To experience the pain upon separating too

D-Day is a pain cutting through

The health of the soul...leaving this hole”