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He sat alone in his chair staring into space his face fixed in a smile,
I watched as his eyes glistened and twinkled in the light once in a while.
Then he stared at his hands and the wrinkled maps of life trials,
Like tree rings, dictating his passage of time all the tears and smiles. 
I said hello and he gestured me to sit and maybe spend a while,
Talking and being sociable and not thinking old people are a trial.
So we chatted and I listened and I learned again how to smile,
As he shared his life with me I could see it was not all a trial,
He raised a family had a wife and served his country for a while,
Now he was alone but cared for, had some glory he said with a smile.
So now we meet once a week and you know it’s not some trial.
To relive his live and happiness gives me the best reason to smile.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 7/2/2016 6:43:00 AM
You care, it's here in your wonderful poetry.
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Seosamh De Burca
Date: 7/2/2016 6:52:00 PM
Thank you for your kind comment, this is an experimental poem.
Date: 6/26/2016 6:22:00 AM
Now I found one that is not ancient, it could be today, yesterday or last week. Good show. Don't get me wrong, I am not against ancient history, as long as it does not defame God.
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Seosamh De Burca
Date: 6/26/2016 10:35:00 AM
Thanks for reading and comment James.