The Old Man For what Im worth, I give you this, For it may be time, still, I think May

be it was meant to be For the doors are still ajar, And the sun has not set yet, still, I think Maybe this moment was meant to be For what its worth I hand you what I treasure most, u may want it, still, I think My aspirations, unfulfilled, unrealized My dreams, my hopes For you to fulfill, for you to realize For you to carry, all u can, I think, still Ode to solitude Years have passed and still, the wait For what its worth For it means, to you, if any For the unknown For that hope For that purpose, What I have felt What I have known Never shine through what I have shown Never free Never me So I dub thee unforgiven They dedicated their lives in running all of his Throughout all Hes battled