The last time I saw the old man
He was moving very slowly
And he didn’t seem to know me
His hands seemed so fragile and grey
I was worried I might break them
Showed him pictures but he didn’t understand
The last time I saw the old man
The last time I saw the old man
He was talking very strangely
In ever decreasing circles
His eyes looked on landscapes afar
Full of laughter and forgetting
As we left the sun was setting on the land
The last time I saw the old man
