Is it too late to know you?

Come sit a while by me
Tell me something, Tell me anything
They are too busy, the ones who i thought would warm my old age
She is long gone, the one i hoped would be my companion in the years
You're here now, tell me something, anything, just do not say hullo and walk away

We are a different generation,
I want to hear about what you people do now,
Everything just seems to have walked right by me
Your hands are always busy, tapping away at the thing you walk about with
You walk with a dance in your step, little wires in your ears
You smile and nod when you see me, but that's all the conversation we have
The smile that tells that there is no conversation between us

It breaks my heart, that you want to learn nothing from me
When i was younger, i sought wisdom, i sought guidance
I liked to follow my father about, to hear him and to watch him at his trade
I wanted to be the man he was, i wanted to learn from him
I spent many evenings tending to the fire listening to the stories he told
The stories that had a lesson for me to learn

My mother was the woman i wanted my wife to learn from
She was a gentle woman with strong hands, not given to lies and gossip.
She tended the garden allowing the wind to carry her quiet voice as she prayed and sang
She prayed for me, she prayed for us all, i guess it is why i still am
I wonder who will teach you, i wonder who you will learn from
Things are not as they used to be
So much fighting, bickering, even among your own kin

There is a gap and i do not blame you for it
Your father and i should have worked harder, we should have
I feel like i do not know any of you
You, your parents, your siblings and my other children
First chance they got, they left for the city life
I do not blame them, it held more promise than the hoes and the sheep
I was too stubborn to come as often as they liked,
The journey too was not kind on my back and knees
Now, there is a gap that we cannot fix

I wish though that every so often you would come sit by me
Even if you said nothing, i would like to hear your heart beat
Know that i hold even a little bit of importance to you
I am afraid that i sound harsh when i call out to you
It is the way we speak, they say we are rough and tough
Our hearts are in a good place though

Come sit by me, my days are done and i am alone.