The Waiting Game (Old Man OD)

On the road where I met the Man,
And on the road where I met some others,
My companions from memory gone,
We walked and walked and walked.

Eventually as all things Pass,
We came upon a traveler,
Resting upon a great big Oak,
So we walked and walked and walked.

We went Nowhere,
As all things go,
That Nothing can define and
So we walked and walked and walked.

It seems as though all the passing through,
Had whittled us down to the bare and base,
So we had to rest under a great big Oak, and the traveler was still there,
So we walked and walked and walked.

We got to the traveler again,
Exhausted and with torn up boots,
We could walk no more but neither wake the sleeping wrestler,
So we talked and talked and talked.

Somehow Acidion saw the traveler,
Open a wary Eye, and tried to make conversation,
But he would not answer,
So We talked and talked and talked.

Jean my friend had a pack of cards,
And offered to hold a game with this old man,
And he accepts,
And we play and play and play.

As all thing s go a game turns to a bet,
And gamblers all men are,  for life is sweet and we gamble even now,
But the old man had nothing to bet but his silence itself, and he lost quite a lot of it,
As we bet and bet and bet.

He told of his tale his vows of silence,
Till he learned to appreciate life,
For as the world ticked down and we saw the stars,
And the Passing Of the dawn.


ISA