Old Men
They used to frighten me
To be around old men
With their backs all bent
Their faces harsh to see
Time's ugly scars etched in
Freckled skin worn so thin.
Their white and thinning hair
And their extra large ears
They look sort of *****
With their bald heads a glare
And canes they use to stand
Held in old bony hands.
So, I spoke to one one day
And then while listening
With eyes a glistening
I was in utter dismay!
To hear the things he'd done
Of his battles lost and won!
We became real good friends
That wise old man and I
And long did I cry
When he met his end
Now, I'm no longer scared
Of old men everywhere!
It's a proper thing anyhow
That I no longer fear
When old men draw near
Because I live with one now
But we never speak, you see
Since that old man.... is me!
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
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