Old man in a chair
Sitting silent with a cold stare
Watching the window to the outside
Seeing life going, flying right by
Day to Night, Night to Day
Losing all sense of time
The clock continually ticking away
Life circles completed, nothing stays
From youthful glow, to wrinkled grey
From having lots, to very little to say
So goes the passing of an age
Like little specks of dirt, flying away
