As an old man past his prime, he's staring wide as the sea
And he offers me his cane and says, “Son, this ain’t me”
I was once a walker, once a talker, taller than trees
Now I barely form a word without a brittle cough or a sneeze”

“But don’t you take this wood and leave it back in your mind
It’s not some toy you take for a stroll; this is a sword for soldiers’ pride
It’s fought battles with my age and kept me standing in the wind
Helped me poise before a giant with his restful shoulder-kin"

"So don't stand on the shoulders of giants
Don't stand for falsity
Don't stand for blunt defiance without thinking it could be
So don't stand on the shoulders of giants
Don't stand for blinded throw
Don't stand for skimming pages just to know what you should know."