Just One Century Poem by Dorsey Baker

The old man is a
century now!
he did not
suicide
himself
as one
would have thought
be aware of fear!
and how it might have
made a long
time short!
he is bent over
like a folding chair
his eyes
see your clearly
through their blind spot
his ears
they hear you coming!
if he had worshiped
death
long ago
he would
already would have died!
celebrate the century
stand on the stage
of life
like silver
like gold
human body
one century years old!