Old Man

His hands are hard

His head and heart

He’d never thought to take the stock

Of things he’d said and never said

Or what he felt or thought or did.

 

He’s got more days behind him now

And not too many left to plow

And all those past times left a taste

Of missed and guessed and gone to waste.

 

Poor man is old

In body, soul

No point in changing

Not long to go.

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