Wise Man

When I was a young man
I thought I knew it all,
never would I listen,
to anyone at all.
Then I heard a wise man, 
who said he'd seen it all,
he said one day oh young man,
I'll be the one you call.
Then one day the young man
was headed for a fall,
he sought wisdom from the wise man,
the man who'd seen it all.
But by this time the wise man,
had answered his own call
and gone was the wise man,
not there to take the call
now the young man wished he'd listened
to the man who'd seen it all.
For each young man is given
only one father after all,
so listen to this wise man
while there he's still to call
cause soon one day oh young man
you might be the one to call