Old man,
Your boundless depth
Of wisdom and
Experience
Draws me to your
Well.
I am Thirsty.
The fire behind the
Sun and wind of your
Wrinkled eyes
Whispers
"I know God,
Come,
Follow me"
I am hungry.
You are not finished.
Your life is demanded of you
Today
And tomorrow,
And I am here to
Take it.
But I don't know how to
Ask,
And you don't know how to
Offer.
And so
The shade and strength of a
Great oak
Remain hidden behind
Usher handshakes,
Golf carts,
And annual birthday cards
With $20
And no
Fresh
Ink.
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3 comments:
Who are you talking about in the poem? I thought it was me and then realized it wasn't
I was thinking about why mentoring doesn't happen much any more.
mentoring doesn't occur anymore because most men are scared to...and kick ass poem man. for real i think you found your writing niche
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