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The Old Man

July 27, 2013
By killerpanda555 BRONZE, Dobbs Ferry, New York
killerpanda555 BRONZE, Dobbs Ferry, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The only true knowledge is in knowing you know nothing"


The rickety rocking chair creaks
Like the fingers of the seated old man,
Tightly clenched on a mug
Extra hot, extra black, with one sugar.

Heavy snowflakes are bombs outside,
Slowly burying the cracked sidewalk with white.
The old man watches them through thick-rimmed glasses.

His nose sniffles and his face tightens,
Digging out wrinkles like trenches.
He coughs, choking on air,
And pulls his blanket tighter.

Outside, young children fire snowballs at each other,
Laughing like princes.
The old man shuts his eyes.


The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by a war veteran who discussed his life and experiences at my school. He profoundly moved me, and I hope this poem will capture even just a fraction of the man's struggle.

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jgreen4keen said...
on Jul. 31 2013 at 8:57 pm
Really really good stuff man, post more!