Old men remember past nights
Wondrous sights
Family fights

Men of the past
Often live in it to
Men of the past
Have many memories accrued

Old men
Have fleeting fears
Nothing can touch them
When death draws near
And death itself
Is nothing to be afraid of
Because men of the past
Have a God above

And men of the past
Often live in it to
And men of the past
Still have many things left to do

Men of the past are dark blots
Moments caught
In Black and white
Camera shots