Old Man
How are you old man?
Need a hand? Crossing the street?
I bet one day you were a lot like me
Young and carefree
Young man this is true
I was young and a fool, just like you
I may need a hand across the street
But my mind is working, wisdom's missing in youth
So the young man so full of brim
Led the old man to the other side
Smug and taunting, at the old mans cane
Thinking I am young and invincible, not old and weak
On the other side of that busy street
The old man smiled, thinking, he used to be me
He tipped his hat, and said his thanks
The young man laughed, don’t stumble and fall old man
As the young man turned to walk away
He gasped and held his chest tight
As he tumbled head long into the ground
Confused as life seemed to leak away
The old man rushed to his side
Mouth to mouth, breathing life
Into the ungrateful little soul
He saved his life that eventful day
The old man was a doctor long ago
The young man survived from this old mans hand
Compassion was the champion of that fine day
The young man is now a doctor
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