James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

A Stranger Called Erik - Poem by James Tipp

Struggling, the old man tries
Agony is etched on his face
Confusion in his eyes.
He has walked so many years
One foot after the other.
Now he learns again
Only one foot
His arms in youth
Lifted and carried
Today when he needs them
Their memories are past.
The bars seem high
His weight intolerable
Muscle memories confuse
So his pain is seen
My pain recedes
Another lesson
In the school of life

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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