Some people never think about someone’s feelings.
We’re not supposed to, you know.
Think about feelings.
One of the many things one doesn’t bring up in conversation.
That’s all right.
They say you can travel the wide world over
And always there are things people won’t discuss,
One thing or another.
But “old men always know, we old men,
When another old man hurts.”
People may wonderfully sweep away
Their cares, even parts of their lives
And they bounce roll the highway along,
Past the common where old guys sit or lean or smoke.
The old gold common Milne made so famous,
They snap their rustling newspapers in the breeze
And the old are happy, really happy, don’t mind them.
Go laugh and dance, have the fun you should have now.
The old men smile and are content
But they don’t sweep away their hurts anymore.
Who knows when they may cross over the line?
They may feel the last thing any time,
And really, we all go sometime, that’s the breaks.