The Old Mans Stories
23 Jan 2021 12:35 AM
As a child during gatherings and visits
Sometimes I sat by the old men to listen
Among the sounds of laugher and the clink of spoons in coffee cups
Was wisedom and excitement from lives well used up
Tales of trials and triumphs and sorrow
Warnings of things in distant tommorws
The smell of smoke and a hard days sweat
Became triggers of memories from when they met
Yes I ran and played with the other children
But those memories are some of my favorite gems
I learned when to sow and when to reap
To early rise and early sleep
Of war and peace and Gods sweet grace
And the reason for the lines that scared their face
Now I am the old man but the children are to busy
Fast games and music and distractions a plenty
There concentration is slave to their screens
While real life flies by to them unseen
Personal history to them is lost
Their master entertainer charges a terrible cost
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