The Old Man.

Goldfinch60



There he sat,

A man of many years,

Sitting quietly by My River,

Looking around

At the natural world

That surrounded him.

He would pause,

And a smile came upon his face.

I wonder what he was thinking?

Was he thinking of a happy time

Back in his long life,

Or was he smiling

On the joy of nature,

As it unfolded around him.

A look of sadness was seen,

Some memory of times gone by.

The smile returned,

And a look of contentment

Pervaded his face and his body.

As I looked at the old man once more

I recognised him.

That old man,

Was me.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2021 02:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.
    Was that 'You, Yourself, or I?' That's three guys!

  • SureshG

    My favorite time - is daydreaming too
    Thanks for the memories

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Suresh, they can be wonderful times.

      Andy



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