One Morning I Saw A Man Poem by Gert Strydom
One Morning I Saw A Man
One morning I saw a man
who looked at me
with red eyes
and his beard,
was unshaven and grew
rough and untamed.
The man looked familiar
and in the look in his eyes,
was something that hit
into my very soul.
Years was etched into his face
and it told its own story
and I almost did not recognise him,
but the mirror showed my own face.
this is a very touching poem. unfortunately we all grow old, dear poet. that's why it's important for us to live life to the fullest and grow old elegantly. smile! : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:11:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hilarious from one side and saddest from the other side. We all have such a mirror, but in poems we are exaggerating constantly, no? Otherwise it is no poem. I have enjoyed a very lot! A brilliant clue, excellent poem! A REN and myriads more for the Vote.