The Old Mans Stories

23 Jan 2021 12:35 AM As a child during gatherings and visits Sometimes I sat by the old men to listen Among the sounds of laugher and the clink of spoons in coffee cups Was wisedom and excitement from lives well used up Tales of trials and triumphs and sorrow Warnings of things in distant tommorws The smell of smoke and a hard days sweat Became triggers of memories from when they met Yes I ran and played with the other children But those memories are some of my favorite gems I learned when to sow and when to reap To early rise and early sleep Of war and peace and Gods sweet grace And the reason for the lines that scared their face Now I am the old man but the children are to busy Fast games and music and distractions a plenty There concentration is slave to their screens While real life flies by to them unseen Personal history to them is lost Their master entertainer charges a terrible cost