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Old Man

Updated: Jul 2, 2021

Like an image from an Ansel Adams photograph,

his dark brown skin stretched thin

over a face that has seen better days.

He hurried down the avenue at a pace that belied the need

for the walking stick he held tightly by his side.

Where was he hurrying to?

Where was he hurrying from?

Was there someone anxiously awaiting his arrival?

Was there someone, anyone awaiting his return?

Was he a father? A brother?

For certain he was some mother’s son.

Were there little ones at family reunions who took joy in quizzing him

about life before color TV, cell phones and the internet?

Was there someone, anyone

who really cared?

Or  … embarrassed, did they shy away

and turn their gaze?

As, with walking stick in hand,

he hurried down the avenue.

Tenthltr2u (c) 2010
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