The Old Man and His Shoes
He adds no new soles to his shoes
Eighty and eight years old he traveled
He has walks thousands of miles
How could these shoes bear the
Burden of wear and tear
Tis a mystery not easy to unfold
His shoes carries years of experience,
Not harnessed by degree or latitude
It is the walk of life’s dispensing wisdom
to all who listen, heed, absorb and learn
If he walks in the garden, he teaches to plant
If he walks by the hall of education he teaches to learn
If he walks by the Church he teaches to pray
If he walks by the river, he teaches to swim
As the years dwindle down,
So is the old man and his shoes
Yet even in the pilling of time,
The old man continues his walk
To the youth he reminds them
Of the calm days of his youth
To the old he swaps stories of the past,
To dispense again
Now as his twilight comes, it is time
For the old man and his shoes to rest
He looks back and see the years given
His life was a reservoir of good
Amongst, sometimes, the evil
Now as he slowly drifts in the distance
You can see him fading away in the dark
His once strong voice now weakened in part
But the wisdom he sheds to others lingers
Glad that they have met in their journey
The Old man and his shoes
He adds no new soles to his shoes
Eighty and eight years old he traveled
He has walks thousands of miles
How could these shoes bear the
Burden of wear and tear
Tis a mystery not easy to unfold
His shoes carries years of experience,
Not harnessed by degree or latitude
It is the walk of life’s dispensing wisdom
to all who listen, heed, absorb and learn
If he walks in the garden, he teaches to plant
If he walks by the hall of education he teaches to learn
If he walks by the Church he teaches to pray
If he walks by the river, he teaches to swim
As the years dwindle down,
So is the old man and his shoes
Yet even in the pilling of time,
The old man continues his walk
To the youth he reminds them
Of the calm days of his youth
To the old he swaps stories of the past,
To dispense again
Now as his twilight comes, it is time
For the old man and his shoes to rest
He looks back and see the years given
His life was a reservoir of good
Amongst, sometimes, the evil
Now as he slowly drifts in the distance
You can see him fading away in the dark
His once strong voice now weakened in part
But the wisdom he sheds to others lingers
Glad that they have met in their journey
The Old man and his shoes
