I met a man the other day his face was grey and cold,
He said he yearned to turn back time and not be quite so old.
He said he’d wished he’d been more kind and loved a little more,
I saw a tear run down his cheek; he looked down to the floor.
I touched his arm he looked so sad, he made me want to cry,
He told me always try your best, be kind and never lie.
I asked him if he had a wife or children living near,
He said he was now all alone and wiped away a tear.
He smiled when he remembered her - his wife from long ago,
He said he’d wished he’d told her that he really loved her so.
He told me he had wanted fame and money in his youth,
He trod on everyone he met but now has met the truth.
I smiled at him, his eyes were blue he seemed a nice old man,
He asked if he could sit with me I said of course you can.
I held his hand we sat like friends in silence just as one,
I must have slept and when I woke the old man he had gone.
I walked back home and thought of him all grey and cold and sad
And now I know the best to come is - what I’ve always had.
