The Old Man

I am the Old Man
Rugged and worn,
The oaths are gone,
All the oaths I've sworn

I am an Old Friend
Grey and part decayed,
the memory is gone,
all the memories I've made

I am an Old Hero,
Respectful and keen,
the vision is gone,
and all the beauty I've seen

I am the Old Man,
and as I dress in my finest clothes and cotton,
time passes by,
and I am soon forgotten.