Old Man Sitting Under A Tree Poem by jackie compton

Old Man sitting under a tree.
Old man just sitting there.
Old man just looking at me.
Old man what is that you see

Old man why do you just sit there under that tree?
Old man speak to me

Come my son and sit down be side me
My days in life grows short, and not long
Believe me when I say.
I have no reason to tell you anything that wrong.

You may be up today, and down tomarror
Sunday may be a good, but monday may be all wrong
Child that life and it want change over night.
So take a seat and sit down under this tree with me.

do not get mad when I tell you this.
You too will become a old man sitting under a tree.
Just like me