There was a time back when
A bunch of older gentlemen
Sat together on an old town bench
Close as can be within an inch
Telling tales, they could remember
Of former times when they were younger
Maybe the time they caught the biggest fish
Causing the other two to sit and wish
For former days when life was calm and easy
When old age hadn’t caused voices wheezy
Spit and whittle is all that’s left now
It will have to be enough somehow,
It brings them back to the bench each day
To whittle and talk about former ways
