Old Man

Poem By Richard Lackman

As I go through life I understand
The changes that my body must endure
And as for me I've learned how to withstand
My aging as I pass through every door

It seems much less severe until I see
My mirrored image, when with much surprise
I see an old man staring back at me
With weathered features framing sunken eyes

I view attractive women with a glance
And wonder how exciting it would be
To foster just a short, intense romance
But then recall what they must see in me

I guess I had my chance to dance and fling
While still a young man living out each day
But now the time has come for me to sing
One last ballad as I slip away

Comments about Old Man

It is nice to hear from another old timer.A good description of what aging is all about. HANG ON AND KEEP GOING
With age comes wisdom, life experiences and many many many accomplishments and this leads to a beautiful soul that so many people are so incredibly blessed to even know.
There's alot of understanding, and no small amount of wisdom in these well stated thoughts.
Oh, no, don`t slip away, that was sad but a beautiful poem, love knows no age at all.there may be many more ballads to sing yet.
Don't slip away yet, Dick, you're still on the young side of old. Great poem.


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