Old men

Old men who sit and watch with vacant stares
And mutter to themselves about their time,
Who have that ragged look of quiet despair
Of lonely men who’ve lived beyond their prime.
And those who in the dwindling of their years
Seek comfort in the glories of the past
With memories to try allay the fears
Of living in a world that moves so fast
Oh what they’d give to live it all again
To be the man they were for just a day
And have the world again as their domain
Where life is just a game that people play
And if to live that day would be their choice
Then take that day to live and to rejoice.

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