I, the old man

For I am but a old man
to only sit and ponder.
As life passes me by,
shall I spectate from this glass

I have seen life new
while children play in the streets.
As old ones end and blow away
they carry on through the wind.

And though my body old
my eyes shall see.
Till I breath my last breath,
this rocking chair shall be my home

for only I have seen
This world thats to be
and the hopes that it is,
Is were I am lost

If death shall creep
and sit next to me,
I shall greet it with a grin
Not unwanted it is.

These eyes have seen so much sorrow
For them to close I sought,
To see the end of these days
I wish to see as this hair turns to grey.

To never again meet a new face
and to see it go, Is a sorrow
that I suffer the most

For this world is filled with death
but care most people don't,
For these eyes need to pass,
and I but seventeen.