A fellow sits and chirps a song br His hair is short, his jacket long br Each note a window to his past br A hope to make each moment last br br The sun shines down upon his face br As he rests in this so grassy place br Children’s laughter reminding then br The fun and games when he was ten br br Alas the years have aged him true br His once sharp now blurry view br But in his heart he jumps for joy br Just as he did back as a boy br br Like the winds the tune did fade br Quiet where the young once played br And with a smile from ear to ear br He shed his last forgotten tearbr br Zoe Elsworthbr br