Gert Strydom

Bronze Star - 2,060 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

One Morning I Saw A Man - Poem by Gert Strydom

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.


Comments about One Morning I Saw A Man by Gert Strydom

  • Rookie Smiley Hooker (6/2/2009 12:51:00 AM)

    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! : -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 2, 2009



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