The Old Man Poem by Kim Davies
The Old Man
The day is young
The man is old
I didn't see his life unfold.
Memories untold
Possessions sold
No-one to hold
Or keep out the cold.
There is no twilight gold
For this man who is old
But the day is still young.
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4/19/2024 10:28:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very clever. Now I understand the sanwich metaphor. Brilliant.