The Old Man Rode Forth

The old man rode forth once more like many a day before, To ride this land that was all his until he could no more. They say youth is wasted on the young and savored when old— But you don’t see the truth till you’re too senile to be told. So the old man rode forth that day with wind that tugged his hair— Until he came to a mountain and rested his horse there. He thought back on the things he’d seen and it sure had been fine— Then knew his life was not done. Hell! He was just ninety-nine