Poetry (Day 218): Old Man


Old Man


The old man
has travelled the world,
in first class and
in worn out shoes.
He has fought in wars.
He has loved and lost
and loved again.

He knows he has the perfect
anecdote for every occasion.

But the past is such
a vast landscape and
the details are hard to see,
like mountains shrouded
in the morning fog.

So the old man
does the best he can,
telling the same three stories
again and again
while he tries to remember
the ones he really means.



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