An Old Man

A poem from Eric M. Black's collection of poetry, An Old Man.

An old man walks

Down the street of snow and mud because of the increasing warmth

He thinks of his life

Of his wife, children, brother

He smells the crisp air,

Glances at a bird who hasn't make it South yet

Sighs and watches his breath turn to vapor

He thinks of life and poetry and love

While clutching a gallon of milk in his left hand.

Author's Note

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