A good read. As I am old now I am not sure you miss interpreted his life.
As I watched him shuffle,
With an old man’s walk,
And I heard him mutter,
With an old man’s talk,
I found myself thinking,
I just couldn’t bear,
To live to be older,
With thin greying hair,
And with legs that don’t work,
And with eyes that don’t see.
No,
That wouldn’t be the right life for me.
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Wonderfull, powerful poem!
Oops, typo on “wonderful,” but it’s still fitting:-)
Thanks for reblogging this – I’m glad you enjoyed it but I really hope I had got him all wrong!