This Old Man Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

This Old Man



His journey had been tough and hard,
Like trudging up steep rocky hills.
His life was a plain and simple one,
With no whistles, bells or frills!

He loved to read from the Good Book;
His motto was the Golden Rule.
Though he had not a one degree,
He surely was no man's fool.

"Ole Man" is the name he liked most,
And these words he often would say,
"I'm an ole man, 'cause my good Lord
Gone and give me just one more day."

So, we're here to pay our respect
To this one who has stood the test.
Finally, his life's race is over,
This Old Man can be laid to rest.


© Loyd C. Taylor

Friday, May 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father and son,fathers day,growing old,inspirational,lost father,old age
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This poem was inspired one evening as I sat and watched an elderly man bowling. Later I struck up a conversation with him. I hope you enjoy, Loyd
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