The Happy Old Man Poem by James McLain

The happy old man; the young blond woman,
Strong legs him heavy, I smile..good for him..
Today one moon is propped up...
on four inch heels...
Her..smile..stretches..cheek to cheek..
While walking in the sand on the beach..
She does it....and she hopes...you know it..
Only to embrace those hard lines of grace..
She caught more than my eye..I smiled..
He walks by...the sun crowns his head..
His wooden cane with silver hair...Her hair still is..