St.Claire Redwood

Rookie (6th February,1947 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Old Man - Poem by St.Claire Redwood

Gnarled hands, shaking, grip the worn stick
Groping the way for blind eyes,
This man knows nothing but his pain
And his sorrow for lost friends!

He finds a bench in the cool shade
And there rests his aching legs,
Tears trickle from his sightless eyes
For the young people who die.

Time goes marching by so slowly
Meaning in his life has gone
And yet still he grips its slender thread
Not understanding why.

He has lived three score years and ten
The time allotted us all,
And then he has lived still ten more
He is so very tired now.

The sun sets darkly in the west
But his blind eyes do not see.
There he sits a lonely figure
Waiting out the beat of time!

Comments about Old Man by St.Claire Redwood

  • Alf Hutchison (4/8/2009 10:49:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful piece..I had to read it again and again...that is the excitement of this site... you can read through piles of Kimberlite then find a diamond like this. Don't ever stop writing. I am that old man...Alf...check me out sometime. (Report)Reply

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  • Tanya Stanford (10/2/2008 8:42:00 AM)

    Very dramatic and sad. Another Brilliant write. (Report)Reply

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  • David ThreadgoldDavid Threadgold (10/2/2008 7:39:00 AM)

    Very sad the thought of waiting for the inevitable and not being able to see the sunlight. a very well written piece well done Regards Dave T (Report)Reply

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  • Sandra Fowler (10/2/2008 7:31:00 AM)

    A powerful word portrait.10 for this.

    Kind regards,


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 2, 2008

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