So when I woke up this morning
I heard this noise outside my door
When I investigated, I found an old man
Wanting to tell me his tales.

I listened to the first story,
Full of Love, Hate and Piracy
And I wondered if even part of it were true.

Then he began to tell me of corporate sharks
Of lies, cheats, the stabbings in the back
And the rewards that could not be spent,
Smiling the entire time.

I heard him tell of passion, and love gone sour,
Of drunken mistakes and forgiveness
So sweet it gave me a toothache,
And I wished, just for a second
That I could tell tales so well.

He told me about the stars big plans
About the world in trouble
And what makes a man a man,
And I understood,
He was a tired old man.

Then he asked me for a tale,
Since I did not have one handy
I made one up, about a tired old man
Telling tales to those who would listen,
And he nodded as he fell asleep.

So some morning, when you wake up
If you find me at your door
Sit a spell, and let me tell you a tale
Or two, or more, because, after all
I am a tired old man.

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