The Old Man
Forty years had passed
Quietly, he stood transfixed
An old man trapped
In that oil painting
But the opportunity arrived
To escape the canvas
Smell the cherry blossoms
And exhale sublime liberation
Never had one gasp
Felt so very good
January 21, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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