Solomon Ochwo-Oburu Poet Lyric

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

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