Old Lazlo

He would be a stranger to many today in the place
Where his years ago was a known and loved face
Where he used to live when his hair was dark brown
By the craggy faced hill near the far away town

His wife of fifty years amongst the dead lay
Eight times a grandfather his hair silver gray
Old Lazlo has surely known better day
And Hungary from him now seems so far away

He came to this Country as a refugee
Walking his black Labrador Sam in the park him i often does see
He always seems friendly and pleasant to meet
As he shuffles along on his tired aging feet

One who has known of the ups and downs of life
A few years ago to cancer he lost June his Aussie wife
Often our saddest memories can be of our happiest years
And thoughts of his beloved deceased soul-mate has him near to tears

By the far away town in the green countryside
The friends of his younger years have grown old or died
And only the memories with him now remain
Of the old fields he never will walk in again.