The old man told me son sit down. There's things you need to know. I wasn't always what you see here. I was once a boy yet to grow. Trees to climb and frogs to catch. And no grounding of my dreams. A pilot or maybe even a poet. I could be anything it seemed. Soon I found I was now a man. With a future I never planned. The chapel bells rang and a son soon followed. After grandma gave her hand. I know you see a withered old man. Who seems to you out of date. But there is wisdom I want to share. Before my days end and it's too late.