old man
do all your groceries fit in one bag ?
all your earthly possessions
and wordly cares

old man
did you used to think about others ?
what they thought of your face
and your hidden heart

a million pieces of time belong to you
wrapped up the plaid and flannel
of your youth

a thousand pieces of you heart
scattered through your past
not always treasured

old man
don't you know you've done all you could ?
now leave it up to the rest
to catch your falling
stars