The old man lays on the side of the road,
Looking raggedy and feeling old,

Bandanna on his head,
And wearing ripped jeans,
His mind thinks back,
to the good times in his teens,

In the heat of the day,
He sits and he sings,
Only his guitar for company,
as he plucks at the strings

In his hey day he had lived like a king,
Now he sits alone counting his sins,
Remembering all the people who have come and gone, sometimes the day's can seem so long,

In a blink of an eye life can change,
So be kind to other's,
As you bask in your glory,

Don't be so quick to judge,
Because we don't know their story.