Good-bye, Old Man
© 2003 Ken Sheldon
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Good-bye, old man.
Good-bye, old friend.
You may be gone, but your spirit lives on in this rocky land.
Good-bye, old man.
That solemn brow,
that craggy face,
as tough as the people from so long ago who settled this place.
As old as the hills,
as old as the land,
a primeval profile in granite not carved by human hands.
Good-bye, old man.
Like a great grandfather watching down on us all,
we never thought that you would ever fall.
It’s like a death in the family,
it’s hard to believe.
There’s an empty place where you used to be.
It was a long, hard winter,
and now I know
how you must have felt after all those years
of ice and snow.
You must have been tired
and maybe you
knew,
that when it’s your time to go there’s not much that you can do.
So you slipped away
in the dead of night
and in the morning we saw, but couldn’t believe our eyes.
Good-bye, old man.
Good-bye, old friend.
You may be gone, but your spirit lives on in this rocky land.
Good-bye, old man.
Good-bye, old man.
Good-bye, old man.
Good-bye, old friend.