I Am Old Poem by Tony Berbechinie
I Am Old
Older than your father’s have been told
Leathery backsides have sat
In my shadow-long strands of my beard plucked by children
I do not care
For all I long for is my mother’s call, the sweet tangible
Whisper along my hair-I feel it as clearly as the
Footsteps beneath
I do not care
My arms hang, swaying to and fro
The world slips by-lost in a mother’s chime
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