His hat laying closely over his eyes
An old man with the wrinkles Of aged wisdom upon his face
The years seeming to etch
The tell tale sign
Upon his old and long knowing face

Walking slowly with the weight of age
Heavily upon him
Every so often stopping
To catch his breath
To look around sure to miss nothing

Nothing of the sights around him looking with the eyes
Of one who never wants to forget
With the eyes of one who
Has seen much
and knows there is much more to see

Squaring his large old shoulders
He continues on
His pause but a second
But with a meaning far longer

It makes one so young wonder
What goes through an older mind
Looking out on the world
That is passing him by
Ever so much faster

What hopes never fulfilled
What dreams lay shattered
Is he remembering his youth
When his life was the future
And not the past

Was the squaring of his shoulders symbolic
Of his fight against the darkness of death
Many of his friends
Must have past away
Long years ago

What is it like to look at a world
That once was yours
And now belongs to others

I'll find out the answers to those questions
For someday I'll lookout at the world
With the eyes of wisdom
With the eyes of an old man
Until then
I'll just have to wonder

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