The Old Man In the Rocker
The old man still burns wood in his fireplace
But he doesn’t cut it from the forest anymore
He buys it from a friend of a friend of his
And they stack it outside his back door
His wife passed away six years this April
But the old man carries on despite his lose
He says life wouldn’t have been worth a plug nickel
If Edith’s and his path had never crossed
He whittles from small branches he cut last week
And sings some old songs he memorized
But his fingers are bloodied and battered
Since he’s losing sight of his eyes
Ah, but his heart is filled with Gods mercies
And his prayers are not for things of this world
And every morning he raises Old Glory
And watches as the flag becomes unfurled
He spent a lot time across that big pond
And those memories sometime makes him cry
But he never complains about nothing
He says he’s waiting for that message in the sky
He says one day Jesus is coming back in glory
And if he’s alive he’ll be changed in the blink of an eye
But if un he dies it wouldn’t matter
Cause he knows he’ll arise by and by
We buried the old man last July morning
With that flag draped across his coffin really neat
He never once asked for nothing
As his motto was “never ever speak of defeat”
The old house seemed to know he passed on
Cause the shutters and shingles are falling down
And just this morning as I was passing
That old chimney on the side came tumbling down
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