Men, they become sweeter

With age, they learn to right

Their wrongs, before they

Fall to their knees begging

 

Please, please, please

 

Old men can’t walk

With their guilt trapped

Around their ankles

 

Their talk did too much

Has done too much, and

There is no going back

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