Last Stature Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Last Stature



Last stature

Chivalry is the best English
But better is the word in Farsi:
“Javanmardi”

It is dying
It is dead
Is buried

Said young man who told me many things
He spoke of his wife and first son, and second
Related all of them to mankind’s stature.

“The old man was learned, all giving…”
He whispered full of sigh-speaking…

“Humbleness, greatness, self-giving…”
Were center and the core; …lecturing:
“Now life is dumbness and…just money…”

He had to be cut and, I did so…
“Sorry but I am late and must go…”

“This old man will soon die…last tree…”
He stopped; I could read: “last fruit…”

Sunday, September 20, 2015
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