Old Age
Yesterday a young boy asked me
in a voice both innocent and bold
“Can you tell me what it’s like old man…
How does it feel…getting old?”
“A lesson on old age.” I smiled.
I’m afraid I cannot teach it.
for how can I speak of old age
when I have yet to reach it?”
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2019
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