old men don't cry

An Old Man and His Grandson — Domenico Ghirlandaio (1448–1494) public domain

oh no, my child, no old men don’t cry all the time and the salty beads you see in the corners of their eyes are only there to wash away old sins as they wonder why and where it all went wrong

oh no, my child, no old men don’t laugh all the time and the wrinkles you see in the corners of their mouths are not a smile but the weight of old mistakes as they wonder why and where their youth has gone and no, no, my child, no my old man’s hands don’t tremble they play they simply play again and again the tunes of the life I lived