The Old Man
July 5, 2005 by John Baw
A lonely sad face
As he sits in his place;
The years in his face are showing,
For in his eyes no hope is glowing.
One thing you perceive
From his impressive complexion,
Is the remarkable aura
Of thought and reflection.
The wrinkles in his skin
Are evidence of the time he has been;
For when he thinks he boosts his presence,
To me he portrays an image of essence.
Time is a thing that bothers him not,
For he sits and wastes all the time that he’s got.
And as he looks up to me with a glow,
A sure look of wisdom he does show.
In his eyes I see a secret,
A secret that we both only know. . .
That old as he might be to me,
That old too someday I’ll be.
(c) - 1991 - John Keith Baw
This is a poem that I wrote back in 1991. I was inspired by my grandfather who has been a major rolemodel in my life. The poem got published by http://www.poetry.com and their “Return to Eden” anthology now includes this poem.