Deadd Accountt Poet Rhyme

I Love You, Old Man

I once had knew a man 
Who became older than a dead man 
A tired soul, he was.
Looked like he'd never seen a bed 

        And

His gray hair resembled a cloudy day, 
With fog, and his swollen eyes -
- looked like someone had just punched him in the face 

His skin was wrinkled like a dollar bill in a child's pocket 
Told to put it in his wallet, but Gosh darn it, he didn't think it 

Through, 

the skin on his face was sagging like the jeans of a teenage delinquent, 
Or like borrowing a pair from someone who weighs a hundred more than you 

His back was hunched like he was searching for answers that lie upon the ground 
He had always kept his walker close to him, it helped him get around.

Too someone else, he may just seem to be an old man 
But too me, he is a gold man. 

'Cause That's my old man.

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Edward Snyder April 5, 2017 at 9:52 AM my gold man, cute.

Gayle Rodd March 30, 2017 at 7:00 AM I like the descriptive comparisons here. "like a dollar bill in a child's pocket" A wonderful tribute to your 'old man' I"m sure he feels honored. ;)

Doug Vinson March 26, 2017 at 12:35 PM Nice write, Over-Powered Threat. : ) Good to see positive sentiments about a parent here. I think it's harder to write about joy and positive things than about sorrow, loss, pain, etc. The positive ones easily get sappy, maudlin, etc. - my opinion. You handle this so well, and I certainly agree with Becca, below: "the skin on his face was sagging like the jeans of a teenage delinquent, Or like borrowing a pair from someone who weighs a hundred more than you" - this is great, hilarious. Deadd Accountt March 27, 2017 at 6:02 PM Thanks again for the kind feedback Doug!!! I really appreciate it!! :)

Glen Schwartz March 23, 2017 at 4:46 PM Great write it made me feel like I know him I surely can see him.. God Bless Deadd Accountt March 23, 2017 at 8:15 PM Thanks, Glen!!

Darren White March 21, 2017 at 9:20 AM I'm coming back to this poem, because it's so truly beautiful, and the imagery is so gentle and kind. I give it a 7 and a fav. Deadd Accountt March 21, 2017 at 6:20 PM Much love Mr. White!!! :)

Maria Williams March 21, 2017 at 2:05 AM Wonderful words for your father, he is obviously worth his weight in Gold to you. Well written. Deadd Accountt March 21, 2017 at 8:45 AM Thank you very much for the kind comment, Maria!! :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 20, 2017 at 9:13 PM Wonderful write, I really like it. 7 and a fave dear ;) xomo Deadd Accountt March 20, 2017 at 10:03 PM Why thank you, Maureen!!

Darren White March 20, 2017 at 2:01 AM This is very beautiful, it it tender and endearing. "His skin was wrinkled like a dollar bill in a child's pocket // Told to put it in his wallet, but Gosh darn it, he didn't think it". That is beautiful my friend, you have a wonderful way with words. Deadd Accountt March 20, 2017 at 2:12 AM Much appreciated, kind sir. Thank you for all your encouragement!! It means a lot to me!! :)

Becca Teagan March 19, 2017 at 9:15 PM This is really creative! I especially love, "the skin on his face was sagging like the jeans of a teenage delinquent, Or like borrowing a pair from someone who weighs a hundred more than you" wow.. you have a unique way with words. Deadd Accountt March 19, 2017 at 9:50 PM Thank you very much, Becca!! I appreciate that, Means a lot to me!! Becca Teagan March 19, 2017 at 9:23 PM My favorite lines are "Too someone else, he may just seem to be an old man But too me, he is a gold man. 'Cause That's my old man." Because, this is really sweet, to say about your dad. Well done.