The Old Traveler

The Old Traveler


Age condemns us every one

The more we fight the more undone

Every day we lose our time

Minute by minute losing our prime


Days turn to years and life slips us by

The things that we do never leave our eye

We see things we've done years down the road

Regret is insatiable when we get old


The Traveler is sad for the things that he’s done

The lives that he’s ruined have been on the run

He’s taken and killed without any cause

Now after so long he’s taken a pause


Remorse has taken its’ place in his soul

The man that he was has taken its’ toll

Now there is sorrow where there used to be rage

Advancing in years he’s turning the page.