Old Man

Buzz Bray

Old man


Lives lived.

Recount tales. Adventures.

Wide young eyes listen, mouths agape.

Glories of years gone by.

Gray hair tells of years and miles.

Wrinkled skin tells of work. So much work.

But the eyes tell of work yet to be finished.

They look at the horizon,

And see dreams yet to come.

Hands softly hold the young,

Gentleness learned from life's coarseness.

Teaching the young

What it means to be a man.

  • Author: Buzz Bray (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2022 11:50
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 50


  • spilleronsheet

    A very good poetry reflecting so well with touching words
    Welcome to mps
    Keep writing
    Thanks for sharing a beautiful poetry

  • Rozina

    This is a beautiful poem. So much to share with the younger generation and so much to learn and look forward to.

    • Buzz Bray

      Thank you.

    • orchidee

      Good write BB.

    • L. B. Mek

      good read, thanks for sharing

      • Buzz Bray

        Thank you for your comment.

      • Buzz Bray

      • sorenbarrett

        A nice write. I have known many such men and I watch my own wrinkles grow.

        • Buzz Bray

          Thank you for your comment.

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