The Old Man Poem by Paul Warren

He had aged for every one of his days
As he worked his life away
They say the knees are the first to go
Then his back ache began to show

The lines on his face from the sun
Were earned each day for work not fun
Until the years added up for him
And old age early did begin

For labouring your life away
Meant your life would be a shorter stay
For honest labour has no choice
And older people have no voice.

© Paul Warren Poetry