Old TimerA Poem by Mr. LopezI could tell that he was growing old Just by the stories that he told I could tell that he was growing wise Just by the lines that framed his eyes There was something familiar in his voice When he said to me that life’s a choice I knew that we had met before But when and where I wasn’t sure He spoke of love that did not last And told of friends that had now passed He spoke of life and love and hate From days of bad to nights of great He said that I would know some day How every single hair turned grey He said a difference I could make If I just gave myself a break He said that God was my best friend That I would find out in the end We spoke for hours until I knew That I was familiar to him too That’s when it hit me, this man I see Was in the mirror This man was me
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Added on August 1, 2008AuthorMr. LopezChandler, AZAboutI was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..Writing
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