A cool breeze touched his white hair
While he was walking in the mystery street
Long life has made him to bend,
In front of the things those the history made
He was old, old enough to see the world for what it is
He was old, old enough to feels the death
He was old, old enough to think about the life that passes
He was old, old enough to see the real masses
White hair, as white as the teeth
Teeth those just moved for lots of times
Blue eyes…
Which were covered by glasses, Glasses of lies? !
Hands of times aren't cruel, it's their duty
We can't stop them of the work they are doing
BUT! A time, it's our turn...
To be old, and then burn...
The old man wanted nothing instead of a simple respect
Respect, the thing that is forgotten for these people
A day that old man was young and powerful, but so prideful
And now he is old like his father that was…but now he is none full
He just needs respect, a respect for his white hair
Respect for his long life that is passed
Respect for his respectful heart
That now is tears a part.
Really nice to read you opinion on the vision of an old man I agree with all you have mentioned here I like this one! !
Wonderful lines...Indeed we should respect the old and never forget that we will also reach that age one day.
written quite nice! show the wisdom n the fate that time sets on us. as we get older we become more wiser n more respect for our lives. we seen what those who are youung have not. Great poem: D ~Bella
Well written and thoughtful message. Keep up the good work.
you hit the nail on the head.... respect.... would solve a lot of the world's problems!
It's an undeniable fact and we're going all the way...respect is necessary as you mentioned...nice writting, i loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is true and could be your new poem is the best....i so loved it_Unwritten Soul