age and wisdom
Age and Wisdom
An old man
scarred flesh and brittle bones
sometimes not knowing what to do
but also in tune with life's beautiful tones
always has a task at hand
comes to me with his plan
a new lesson taught every day
to show his grandson the error of his way
might be harsh
might be cruel
at the end of the day
he gives me a new tool
as he moves around on his four legged machine
I cant help but wonder
is that how I will be
then I think
its not that bad
because to be as wise as him
will truly make me glad
the old man
scarred flesh and brittle bones
sometimes not knowing what to do
but also in tune with life's beautiful tones
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