A Man of the Ages

A Man of the Ages

I once met a man
Divided like a line in the sand,
Held a sword in his right hand
And a briefcase in the other hand;
He was always divided between himself
Wandering to and frow within himself;

He was a sad creature, never finding home
He could not find rest within his soul;
He was a knight and a businessman
Metal armor, suit and tie
He often felt like a living lie,
And he knew this must change,
Man’s transformation is so strange
From age to age;

He found a field of wild flowers
Laid his sword as a Viking grave
Waving flowers took it away;
Left his briefcase on a mountain top
Left it there as a memorial
That he would not be back again;

He’s a man of the ages
Reconciling his manhood
Through history’s pages,
Getting back to the men of the ages
He is reconciling his manhood,
He’s a man of the ages.