The Last Walk


Street lights buzzing and traffic on the fly
Morning train clacking by
We traveled the sidewalks as the town slept
Not too fast, Old Man
No- not yet

I don't want this to end
Let's see the next bend
With a glint in his eye and a spring he kept
Not too fast, Old Man
No- not yet

Full belly moon and chilled bleating
Lost in laughter's greeting
Push comes to shove- stay on the paint lined set
Not too fast, Old Man
No- not yet

Tales of yesterday and yonder lore
Less a landscape be forgotten in yore
The last walk, well met
Not too fast, Old Man
No- not yet

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