A Tribute To Banjo Pattersons, Road To Old Mans Town

A Tribute to Banjo Pattersons, Road To Old Mans Town by Robert (Bob) Moore I read a poem when I was young, by Banjo Patterson called “The Road To Old Mans Town” about a life near done I did not understand back then, the meaning was obscure but as the years go passing by, I understand it more He spoke of youth, and freedom, of time that had no end of doing what we wanted, the future ours to spend time to waste if that’s our want, not count hours as they fly days that stretch into the distance, don’t yet go rushing by But as the days grow shorter, and we begin to see our life is not forever, and what will be will be and we are sadly looking back, and slowly drifting down the lonely road we all must tread, to Banjo’s Old Mans Town He also makes a hope, that we are not alone, that someone walks beside us, a love whom we have known that God may not allow us, this dusty road go down With faltering steps and whitening head, on the road to Old Man's Town!