Old Man's Lament Poem by michael Smajda
Old Man's Lament
Who cares what the old man knows.
Why he took the road he chose.
Why he thinks the way he does.
Reminisces of what was.
Who cares if the old man dies.
As he's buried, no one cries.
Since none cared for the old knave,
He took his wisdom to the grave.
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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5/27/2024 6:10:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Some people do take their wisdom and knowledge to the grave with them, unknown and unappreciated. Very nice poem. thanks for posting, Michael.