Scrolling through Facebook and came across a photo and an old poem. This lyric came from that.

The Little Boy and Old Man [2022/09/20] [V] Said the little boy, "Sometimes, I drop my spoon." Smiling, the old man said, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "Sometimes I wet my pants." "I do that too," laughed the old man, "There's a fifty-fifty chance." Break: [V] Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man sadly nodded, "So do I." Said the little boy, "Sometimes I get scared." The old man gently squeezed his hand, "I understand and care." [C] There are differences between us, yet we're quite the same. You're spark's beginning, mine's a slowly dying flame. The companions walked together, holding the other's hand. Sharing what they had in common. The little boy and old man. Break: [V] Said the little boy as the two strolled along, "I try to do what's right but sometimes I do wrong." The old man nodded once again, met the child's eyes. "My son, I understand, expect dark and clear skies." [C] There are differences between us, yet we're quite the same. You're spark's beginning Mine's a slowly dying flame. The companions walked together, holding the other's hand. Sharing what they had in common. The little boy and old man. [B] "But worst of all," said the little boy, "Little pay attention to me." He felt the warmth of that wrinkled old hand. "I know what you mean." [C] There are differences between us, yet we're quite the same. You're spark's beginning Mine's a slowly dying flame. The companions walked together, holding the other's hand. Sharing what they had in common. The little boy and old man. Copyright (c) 2022 By Douglas Murphy Adapted from the works of Shel Silverstein / Hugo Gerhard Simberg - Towards Evening, 1913.