The old man sat on a mountain top
He looked out towards the sea
He wondered where his whole life it went
He could feel the mountain breeze
Mountain you and I, we let it pass by
Now I can only dream
Of all the places I have never been
But I always wanted to see
I found a good woman, raised a couple of boys
I guess they will carry my name
I wonder one day if they will visit you
Look out across the sea the same
I had a good life, I tried to live it right
But mountain you and I
I don’t have a lot of time
Then the old man he cried
Later a year, a young man on a mountain top
Holding a small boys hand
He sits him on his knee, they both look out to sea
One day son, you will understand.
Copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem about nature and those around it along with a story to tell. Excellent! Marilyn