Old Men

Old men, you’ve got it hard
Filled up with losses, wealthy in scars
You’ve paid for wisdom with regret
Old men, you’re not done yet

Old men, everything aches
And life starts giving less than it takes
The weather seeps into your bones
Old men, you’re almost home

Old men, life’s cashed you in
Trading friendships for medicine
And things start to break before they bend
Old men, it’s not the end

Old men, you have not spent
All of your courage or confidence
Or traded in your will to live
Old men, there’s more to give