Old Man (Faraway)

old man, old man,
sitting in your chair;
tell me the story
behind your faraway stare.

i can see by your wrinkles,
and the scars on your hands.
it's been a long journey
from that faraway land.

tell me who and why you fought,
tell me what you won and lost.
tell me who that you loved,
and who paid the cost.

tell me what you learned,
would you do it all again?
have you made peace with yourself,
are you ready to go 'round the bend?

old man, old man....
sitting in your chair;
tell me the story
behind your faraway stare....

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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