The Old Man - Poem by Georgene Lane
Though his brow is deeply furrowed
by the ravages of time,
His manner is as flawless
as when he was in his prime.
He reaches out and touches those
who need a gentle hand,
He does his best for those depressed,
this philanthropic man.
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