A fork in the road, leaves one story untold Caught in time, it will never grow old Spoken stories echo with one foot in the grave A fire that flickers, a flame that waves Wisdom’s not whispered — it’s earned through pain Each scar holds knowledge, like blood in the rain Experience carved in shadows and stone He speaks, and the past comes crashing home The old man’s a treasure, a storm in disguise A blaze in his voice, thunder behind his eyes No price on the weight of what he’s survived His stories cut deep — alive and revived Sit down, kid — don’t blink, don’t flinch Life hits hard and it don’t give an inch It’s not what you win — it’s what you endure And what you leave behind that makes you pure The old man’s a fire that won’t go cold With knowledge and grit worth more than gold He won’t be here long, but before he’s gone— He’ll brand you with truth you’ll carry lifelong
