Wise Old Man

He sat on his wheel chair clouds he looked at closely and wondered why they sail the way they did when he was young He saw the trees around and wondered why they too embrace each other in love the way they did when he was young He looked at his wrinkled body and wondered why it was not packed with hot flowing blood the way it was when he was young I will get fresh clay from the potter and paint from builder next door and mold, paint young my skin to make it like it was the time I was young