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Poem: Old Men

I’m still working on the next draft for my Magic in the RV story, but in the mean time, how about a poem? No, this one isn’t improvised, but I did write it on the fly.

Old Men

What makes an old man’s hair white

What makes an old man grey

Does God think we don’t know he’s old

Les’ he takes the colour away

 

What makes an old man’s back sore

What makes his old back ache

Does the Lord think we know not he’s old

if he’s able to stand up straight?

 

Please don’t hurt the older people

We need no signals or signs

For we can tell how old he is

If he’s experienced and wise

 

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