A Crazy Old Man
He walked the world as golden.
He had scholar many schools of thought.
He himself is wise and a body of knowledge.
He sat in his exam room with his mouth compressed.
He seems to know success as success.
Just a crazy old man I am with.
The image before me states I am wrong.
I know an individual can hide his or her frustration.
However, the dilemma appears to be delirium.
He backs a wall and the given impression is that of equanimity.
Henceforth, he moves to ladder his thinking of equability.
He will fall in old age into an invalid state, but today he does well.
This is a crazy old man’s masquerade.
I see your suffering.
A façade that is veiled by your inner person is not disguised well.
You do as you should with your privacy.
There's no reason to reveal your pain for the world to see.
A crazy old man may not be.
The status of life states you win against your mental you.
You have done many things that defeat the truth.
Influence is not assumed, but you seek dominance in rule.
A senile journey that describes the image shown is a quiet vicinity you call home.
A crazy old man is therefore not known.
Light a candle today to bless your time in the world.
Your focus must be that of wisdom and soul.
You have done well in your chosen career.
You have been a part of iniquity.
Precarious times are here.
A crazy old man is a way of being.
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PENNED ON JUNE 23, 2014!
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