An old man in an old house on an old street
Lumbered around in old shoes on old feet
Old food on an old table he would eat
In his old beard lived old crumbs from old meat

He rested his old bones on an old seat
Sensing his old life was nearly complete
But his old mind would not accept defeat
Another old day he longed to repeat

That old Father Time he wanted to cheat
Sleeping in an old bed on an old sheet
Not knowing his old Maker he would meet
One night his creaky old heart ceased to beat