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 All rights reserved