The Old Man
Crooked like an old olive tree
Heavy from the many years
Years of wisdom gathered onto his back
Knowledge of what life can bring
Age old sadness in those eyes
Weathered by life's demise
Beauty in such a leathery face
World seen by human eyes
Fragile bones balanced on a shaky hand
With fingers like a mangrove tree
A walking stick now his best friend
One that he'll keep to the very end
A croaky voice yet so sweet
Painting picture of youthful days
Feeling now like ancient ways
Will he's life footprints forever keep
Will memories of him fade just like
the sunset life has planned
Hoping his eyes will see another dawn
How feeble life, like a breath of wind
Nalanti Goosen©2012
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