The old man

The old man by Rob Hood©2007

Hail to thee
the old man rasped

His thoughts amd and memories
were beyond my grasp

He rose today
in a large black shawl

heading for the washroom
just down the halll

He once may have had
a highborn status

Now he works for the community
just for gratis

As he moved he shuffled in pain
His years of excercise
had gone down the drain

He appears wizened and quite bent
many birthdays has he had, this gent

He drinks from goblets
made of gold
recalling times
he was quite bold

He wears outlandish clothing
that is his manner
Being normal
is not his banner

If I get to be his age
I hope that I am on his page