Janet Bingham Poet Rhyme

The Old Man

Have you ever looked at an old man,
     and wondered what he was like
     on that very first day,
     on that very first night?

     Did you ever try to erase
     an old man's destiny
     by painting in your mind
     the color his hair used to be?

     Did you ever look beyond those wrinkles
     and wonder what his smile was like
     on that first Christmas Eve
     when he was a little tyke?

     What does he think about
     now that he's grown old?
     Are his days like tarnished silver,
     or are they of purest gold?

     Does he worry about his future?
     Does he know about God's Son?
     Where will he be tomorrow
     when the day is done?

     Janet Marie Bingham

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Arturo Michael February 6, 2018 at 7:37 AM A poem of wonder...and surely of great beauty in your message...All the best Janet

Tom Cunningham February 6, 2018 at 1:37 AM I suppose we all look behind sometimes but we should all focus ahead too. Regards Tom.