Old Man Poem by Enilo Park

I have an old man in me
He pulls at my joints
He rubs my cheeks till they
Droop, he turns
My mind like a clocksmith
Unraveling things that
I can't remember anymore
He talks often, and says
"I'm tired, tired, tired…"
I say, "Shut up down there! "
And he says, "I didn't say anything, that was you."
Then I forget who said what
So now I shut up, and say
To everyone who asks
That I'm tired.
They think I am lazy, and
That is quite true
But it's hard to be lively
When there is an old man
Living in you