HOUSE ON A HILL
If I were an old man
I would write old poems with an old hand.
I would write old songs
that would sing of the wrongs
that only an old man
could understand.
I’d live in a house on a hill
and write out a last will
and testament that would leave
everything to anyone who might grieve
for and sing, and understand
the songs of an old man.
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