Grumpy Old Man
He stares straight ahead
now he’s with aged care,
and nobody sees
what he can see there.
The body is broken;
wracked in constant pain
from the life that he lived -
but he’d do it again.
Once a family man
but selfish and crude,
drifted off on his own
when it suited his mood.
He’s a grumpy old man
from another time zone,
with no time for this world,
except when on his own.
Lighthouse keeper, gold seeker,
go hand in hand,
for a man on his own
in the loneliest land.
Keep the beam glowing
as a seafarers guide,
or sieve the wild rivers
for belief justified.
But time is a thief
that steals all but the soul
so the body grows weak;
hard work takes a toll.
His language is tamer;
his stories are grand -
a colourful history
from a grumpy old man.
Lighthouse keeper, gold seeker,
go hand in hand,
for a man on his own
in the loneliest land.
Keep the beam glowing
as a seafarers guide,
or sieve the wild rivers
for belief justified.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2018
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