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An Old Man Passes By Me
Unsteady Are His Steps
I wonder What He Is Thinking
Does He Have Regrets

Our Eyes Slowly Meet
And We Just Stand And Stare
Looking At Life Through Each Others Eyes
We Can See It Is Not Fair

Inside His Eyes I Can See
His Light Is Fading Out
Tears Begin To Fall
Is This What Life's About

He Pats My Arm
And Turns To Go His Way
I Want To Reassure Him
There's Nothing I can Say

Slowly Life Takes Your Youth Away
Theres Really No Surprise
I am Just Thankful I Shared
A Moment of Life
Through An Old Mans Eyes