7 January 2013
I’m nothing like the
old, old men I used to know.
They had the air of
being wise,
Informed, experienced,
Though not available
for counsel, guidance, or advice.
These old, old men would
wear non matching socks,
And trousers, coats
from different suits
From different periods
of buying in the past.
And if they spoke at
all
Their wheezing, guttural
semi-whispers were
Too hard to understand.
“But they are wise!”
My father lectured and
my mother taught.
Ergo - I am not old.
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