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Old Man’s Speech © Morten Maehre 2017 Dear everyone, I’m dying, but please don’t cry a tear over me I’m going to a peaceful place where perhaps I can be free Some of you may love me, but I’m guessing I’ve mostly caused hate Don’t feel bad you think “good riddance”; you’re free to celebrate You can’t win all the battles that I’ve won without stepping on toes For every friend I’ve made I’ve gathered at least a hundred foes And every rose I’ve planted has grown at least a hundred thorns My death will be welcome, so there’s really no need to mourn My fortune has been built upon the skulls and bones of men And every time I felt remorse I did it all over again I washed my hands, I laughed and smiled and drank their blood like wine Possessions, wives, achievements… all of theirs was mine Admittedly I’ve done things which have caused a great deal of regret Now Hell is just one breath away, a quick spin of the Devil’s roulette Tonight for once I turn to God, in whom I have never believed I know I’m undeserving of all the pleasures I have received So Lord, please release me by taking care of my kin Clear all of my debts to man and wash away my sin I know I’ve sold my soul and that I leave a bad legacy Torture me forever, but don’t punish the ones close to me (Harmonica) I’ve always loved the self-made man and mocked the one who prays So, should I thank the Lord, the Devil, Fortune or my own cynical ways? I met an angel once, and she was my dear wife for a spell She introduced me to Heaven, and I introduced her to Hell Why didn’t anybody tell me ‘bout this evil running through my veins seeping through my pores, causing all my dear ones lots of pains It might be in my genes from my father’s side, or just lack of luck or results of lessons learned, bridges burned, or feelings that got stuck Like a painting by Dali I resemble something, but not quite All the things I did were wrong, but at the time they felt right because they benefitted me, and they made me the man I am Sturdy, hard and rugged, but with the substance of a clam So this is what I leave you, as a thanks for staying put Advice on stepping lightly and to watch where you place your foot Be all that you can be, but most of everything be kind In the end nothing matters except the name you leave behind (Harmonica)