The Old Man Poem by Woody Fran

I found a seat and sat down to rest
An old man sat across from me
He seemed to be looking my way
Not sure what he was trying to see
 
His face wasn't smooth and very worn
And there were extra lines started
His skin dry and His goatee grey
He generally looked really tired
 
His hands were scarred from years of work
Their tough leathery look foretold
You could tell his body was aged
His overall appearance looked old
 
I thought to myself that I was glad
That this wasn't the shape I was in
I still have so much to accomplish
Still have so many things to begin
 
If I was that worn and tired
And old slow creaky and bland
Figured I'd never be able to reach
All the goals I still have planned
 
Glad that's not how I feel inside
And I prayed I'd never get that old  
Then I was shocked to realize
Was my reflection I did behold

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