I Love You, Old Man

I once had knew a man Who became older than a dead man A tired soul, he was. Looked like he'd never seen a bed And His gray hair resembled a cloudy day, With fog, and his swollen eyes - - looked like someone had just punched him in the face His skin was wrinkled like a dollar bill in a child's pocket Told to put it in his wallet, but Gosh darn it, he didn't think it Through, the skin on his face was sagging like the jeans of a teenage delinquent, Or like borrowing a pair from someone who weighs a hundred more than you His back was hunched like he was searching for answers that lie upon the ground He had always kept his walker close to him, it helped him get around. Too someone else, he may just seem to be an old man But too me, he is a gold man. 'Cause That's my old man.