An Old Man Poem by David Harris

An old man sits on a bench
watching people pass by
looking for young faces
in his youth he did know.

His mind is a maze of memories
of when he was young
with a permanent smile
always fixed upon his face.

Years have weathered the smile
and tempered his soul.
He knows the young faces
are there no more.

Age takes a toll on life
and his is not excluded.
Nothing looks the same anymore
from the wonderful days of youth.

We may wish that someone
will see through the lines of age
and see the young face
that used to be there.

They say that wishes can come true,
but we will just have to wait and see
if that is true and one day
someone will say hello.




15 July 2015