A Portrait
An old man’s face, on canvas, soft and still,
His calm unveiled by artist’s magic brush.
Lines exude irrefutable goodwill
Of life long lived, surrendering to hush.
Subdued dark hues of pastel draw me in
By earthiness and sophistication.
His fragile weariness stretched old and thin -
Inner depth - left to imagination.
I sense rough past, depicted in disguise -
Wisdom larger than life, speaks through this eyes.
I tip my hat to the apt artist’s fame,
That’s glowing through an old man in a frame.
June 7, 2022
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