Earned WrinklesA Poem by Jolie BlossomSometimes I see an elderly person solo at a restaurant and want to speak to them about what they've endured in their life. Wisdom is key.
Seat fourteen was always occupied
Just at the crack of dawn Crinkled newspapers and piping hot coffee Neatly rest among his wrinkled hands A man of youth, taken by age Never missed his morning date Years of watching young ones grow Made him appreciate this short life He never spoke of himself Was as silent as could be His waitress knew just what to bring He would nod with grateful eyes A simple man yet so wise Didn't want to be noticed He only wished to be a part Of the lives that breathed among him.
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StatsAuthorJolie BlossomLatham, NYAboutHeyyy Shakespeares!! I'm Jolie, 24, and a free spirit. Welcome to my little corner on the cafe. :D I mostly write poetry, but I've dabbled at stories and I do write my own lyrics for guitar. And.. more..Writing
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