Old ManA Poem by ShadowWolfThere is no ryhme nor form, simply words to describe a nightly walk.Sun falls Days heat surrenders Night comes Dark coolness gentles air. Old man Circuitous route begins Winding path at waters edge Moonlight reflects to eye Old man Memories surge forth Sad smile reflects Days of happiness Days of pain Old man Step by step Continues on Following so familiar trail Past dark water sparkling bright Into dim grove so black Old man Meandering along in silence Thoughts of other nights So filled with conversation Companionship Such simple pleasure Old man Midway he halts Simple clearing open to sky Old scarred wooden bench Here so many quiet conversations So many words and thoughts Of future days that would not come Of Time and Wishes for those to be left behind. Old man Peering up to cloudless sky Knowing what would be seen The pulsing red sitting shoulder high A silent greeting A warm embrace Old man Time to go © 2008 ShadowWolfReviews
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16 Reviews Added on June 15, 2008 Last Updated on June 15, 2008 AuthorShadowWolfDallas, TXAboutAn "old man", not by choice in the sense of years since I am five years older than dirt and two years older than baseball. Age is simply a state of mind and that being the case then my mind tells me I.. more..Writing
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