An Old Man’s Story

An Old Man’s Story
by
Gladys Karam
(3 Angels Film Production Team)

Back in 1925, I was a tough handsome young man
I fell in love once and I swore not to do that again!

Her father was a millionaire, an old man who had grey hair
Jimmy Dough wasn’t mainly fair or even had the decency to care

Dough was his main game, and cash was his middle name

He threw me out like a dog when I asked for his daughter’s hand
He didn’t give me a chance to make him understand that what I had in mind for love is a simple wedding band

People called me a gold digger, Dough said: “ a fortune hunter what I am”
He slammed the door in my face, and told me that his home will never be my place
No one dared to lend me a hand

It’s true he had money, and lots of honey to share!
He lived in a big house, and drove a Cadillac everywhere.
But the way he treated me was totally unfair.

His daughter’s heart got broken,
I’m certain without a word being spoken.

Well, I had nothing to offer. I can hardly survive.
I only got empty pockets, and a few dimes to stay alive.

Mary Lou got married to another buckaroo. There wasn’t anything that I can do.
She tied the knot, and settled down then later on she moved out of town. I felt like a sad clown who was harshly let down.

So, I travelled miles, and miles far away, looking for a place to stay, and a new job to do, hoping to forget about this unforgettable day!

Years went by, I got old and grey. I became rich so rich that no one can stand in my way.
I ain’t the same no more, and money is all I know. I realized that life is worth more than just dough.

I packed my bags, and on a plane I took a ride, heading home for good to stay. But a pretty young lady stole my heart on that particular day. She looked like an angel from heaven that was put in my way.

I talked about marriage, and my dream of the baby carriage.

I said: “ I am old but I’m worth your weight in gold.
I offered her my bank account, and told her that on me she can count”.

She looked me in the eyes with courage, and refused my proposal of marriage.
I can’t forget what she said. Her words almost dropped me dead. “I am poor and pretty honey but you can’t buy me with your money.
No matter how rich you are, you can’t reach this star.”
She seemed to be not a friend, and I guess that was the end.
Jenna left me with new scars, and a broken heart to mend.
Sixty-seven years ago Mary Lou’s father said “NO” too,
Who knew, money wouldn’t even do.
It’s true; life can be a rotten stew.

I went below the low, and gathered a lot of dough.
Money became my object!
Who can object about this subject or even say “NO”.

Life isn’t easy when you’re greedy, and ready to be needy any time you choose.
Nothing matters when you have manners to lose.

Money gave me fame; and things started to seem not so lame.
I played over and over the same old game. Greed became my desperate lane.

The Dollar’s sign was always on my mind.
I couldn’t spare, not even a dime.

Barabing barabang years rolled by, and now I am nothing but an old lonely guy. I became an old man’s tale. I learned the hard way that love isn’t for sale.

I ain’t going to lie, the truth is far from a simple sigh.

I don’t want to die or even say goodbye
I’m all alone and far from home.
I just want someone to understand, and hold my hand
And find me a start somewhere to begin

Turn back the clock if you can
I don’t really have any other plan

Turn the clock back if you can
I just want to be young again

Turn the clock back if you can
I really want to become the people’s #1 fan
But you can’t easily please anyone even if you can
There must be another end for this old man
In the past or present, some things will remain the same
No matter what you do, you’ll be the one who gets the blame

There must be a way to turn back the clock again
To relive the past once again for a second chance to gain
If you were in my shoes what would you choose?
Where do you think I should begin!
THE END

That’s all folks; it’s all I know about an old man’s story.
Jan/18/2003