I love old men.
Those who’ve stood
Feet spread apart
While decades of winds
Failed to knock them down.
I love old men
Who’ve raised up families,
Carefully tended their crops
Year after year...
Who’ve stood as solid as a barn.
I love old men,
Bent and twisted by the years;
Wearing frayed coats
And sweat-stained hats,
White stubble on their chins.
Strong old men who’ve withstood
Every shot to the mouth
Life’s thrown at them.
The very bow in their backs
Seems to me,
Describes character.
Enduring old men
Who rise up each morning
Again and again,
I can’t help but take pride in them.
For this I love old men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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