The Wise Old Man
There once lived a man with snow white hair,and a beard as black as coal.
His house was small but his yard was big but yet it was his own.
For he was the richest man in the world or at lest that's what I was told.
He showed the world many things and shared stories both new and old for he was a truthful man very wise and very old.
But on a cold winter night his heart of gold skipped a beat he took his last breath and he died in his sleep.
A great weeping there was for this man so meek.
They came from all around just to see him as they laid him in the ground.
The old man was buried in a most beautiful grave.
His head stone was made of gold and white Orchids they threw on his grave.
So now you know the story of a man so rich and wise, yes that's what someone told me but yet it could just be all a lie.