The Old Man

We all must face our own ultimate conclusion. Imagine from http://www.graphix1.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/TheOldMan3.jpg

I am the Old Man,
rugged and worn,
the oaths are gone,
all the oaths I've sworn.

I am an Old Friend,
grey and part decayed,
the memory is gone,
all the memories I've made.

I am an Old Hero,
respectful and keen,
the vision is gone,
and all the beauty I've seen.

I am the Old Man,
and as I dress in my finest clothes and cotton,
time passes by,
and I am soon forgotten.

Reviews

[Dean Kuch®]

This was stunning. Poignantly written, with obvious heartfelt and genuine emotion. The metre and flow were superbly crafted, and the piece was both easy to understand and comprehend. You don't always have to break out the thesaurus and pen obscure, humongous vernacular to get a point across in an unpretentious and quite elegant fashion. Your point, and your wonderful message, gets driven home here, in this touching poem...

[Malark]

Thank you so much!

[Kelsey]

I really love this poem. It has a sort of simplicity to it that really speaks volumes. It's very nicely written and the idea is just brilliant. Wonderful job. x

[Malark]

Thanks a lot! Sorry for the late response!

[Em]

I absolutely love this poem, it's a great piece.

[Malark]

Thank you very much! I appreciate you choosing it for a place in your contest, as well as reviewing it!

[Em]

You are very, very welcome.