In a park he walks so slow

Grey hair like a winter snow

Wrinkled hands that tell a tale

Of battles fought and days grown pale

Kids are laughing cruel and loud

Mocking him oh feeling proud

They don't see his worn out shoes

Or the paths his heart did choose

Hey there children don't you see

He once dreamed just like thee

Behind those eyes there's tales untold

Of a young heart now grown old

Laughter echoes through the streets

Youthful mocking and cruel feats

Yet he smiles and carries on

Humming tunes of a bygone dawn

There's wisdom in his silent gaze

Stories locked in time's old maze

The laugh lines on his face they show

A history that they don't know

Old man chuckles to himself

Secrets tucked up on a shelf

He was once the king of kings

Now he watches children’s flings