An Old Mans Time To Leave

The heritage of a hard working family, always keeping the faith

The stein filled with memories not clear, there was no beer to be drank

Instead the stride for planting seeds, the time to bare a child and teach

The only child was strong and good, as he followed in his fathers footsteps

Memories of the greatest of things, now just a pile of junk in the yard

The many houses rented out, the money in the bank, now only tears

Of not letting go, to enjoy more of life, more of family and not to ponder

On the material things, but to live each day with multitude and giving

Sharing each and every breath, making sure that no one would be left behind

The time to leave has come, and now the old man shall never be again

Though his memory will fill the earth and the sky shall look down to his children

And they will know that he was a good person, and that he left his mark

With every wrinkle in his face, a distinguished look for the many strides of his gain

Where this man goes, he shall be safe, and his loved ones will hold him in their hearts

Each old rusted bolt and the engine that he worked on all night through

Will never be touched by any other so true to his work, and the bus will not stop

Running until the old man lays to rest and the gas runs out in the passing days

Content, knowing he has found his place