A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long Since I’ve been home Many a year I’ve been on the roam As the years turned to days Days turned to years Time is an hourglass Showing ones deepest fears As I sit here In this barroom Smoking a cigarette Leave I must soon Following that, I must check out Of the mediocre hotel room Though my mind clearly sees Visions of joy from the past This hotel bill Will surely by the last Always ladies Night keep me warm Even through the most Furious storms Make my way Home once at last Not yet young son This old man’s not done Please don’t leave this bar For this story hasn’t ended Oh no thus far All my life I have desired Some sort of reckoning For my sins Now I’ve finally realized I must go see my kin And a new life I may Finally begin But son please listen Realize you shall As you grow old Happiness not be bought With any amount of gold Happiness lies Within your very heart You alone Hopefully shall start Having your very own dreams Even though they may seem Unachievable, son You’ve just got to believe For without dreams of your own You shall bitterly become Full of hatred and greed Dreams are not money They are actions you make Dreams do not happen When you are asleep They come to you When you’re beginning on your feet But you must be careful For come people are amused by Actions of deceit For one who uses trickery Are not as lucky as you They are to ashamed of themselves And their life is hell They are weak You are strong Envy they of you And in society they just don’t belong Don’t think I have sided With the pitiful and weak On their behalf I only speak Oh, son, I have seen More than any old king I’m even friends With Mr. BB king But never have I Been so satisfied Than when I told this story And you looked me in the eye Not many have been All the places I’ve seen This all was my very Very first dream I must be going now But before I do Bartender, 2 shots of José We must make a mighty salute For on your future young son We must drink