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