The Old Man And The Boy

The old man and the boy spent a lifetime sharing tales
Of days when the man was not so old and he'd ride on the backs of
whales
The boy listened closely, held in awe, to the stories that he
heard
And when he saw the glint in the old man's eyes the boy didn't doubt a
word

On a sandy beach the two would walk, the man's dog by their side
Throwing pebbles out to the sea racing against the tide
Like guardians the two would stand with their winter coats drawn
tight
And in the summertime round an old campfire they'd share stories in the
night

There was love in his eyes when the old man smiled
And the love it was returned
And the boy would pray there'd never be a time
When the fire no longer burned

For it's a friendship no-one can understand
And far stronger than you and I
It's a love between two generations
And it's far too strong to die
For the stories passed between a grandfather
And the grandson he so loves
Builds a wall so strong you could only pass
If you flew in the skies above

These carefree days would pass so slow, each day held something
new
Days spent fishing in the downstream flow 'neath a summer sky so
blue
The tales of the one that got away made the young boy's mother
laugh
And when the old man argued handsomely she'd cry "Away and don't be
daft!"

Yet life is just a short-lived thing and all things must surely
end
For death awaits us one and all around each turn and bend
The old man passed away in wintertime, so gentle in his sleep
And though the boy cries so painfully, there're memories to keep