Comments about Poet Actor
Old Man's Rose
I can imagine an old man standing in a meadow,
Holding the one flower he sees.
Just hoping for time to pass away,
But for the rose to stay the same.
Sometimes people tend to stop going,
Though the path is right ahead.
Why go blindly forth,
Just to miss the end?
Embrace the night, for the sun has set.
Walk the yard, dress up your friend.
In darkness no one casts a shadow.
If you've been struck in the battle,
Don't stand shivering.
Pass the enemy your sword, and claim:
'Now I am truly real! '
If there really is a god up there,