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Writer's pictureRonnie Hill

An Old Man

Toxic fumes flow through nostrils

As I take a gasp of breath

Nothing but a negative outlook

And all my pals have left

Feeling sorry for myself

And feel I’m on my own

Little do I know that the things I own have grown

Sick to my stomach like my head in the oven

And little do I know

The devils hands are idle and dextrous and that is all I know

Can’t stand to look at the reflection

That I own

For It shows me all that I can’t show

And little do I know

Stuck in limbo on a boat

That floats slowly down the stream

It leaves me alone on a shore

Without air that I can breathe

A cottage in the distance is all the eye can see

I slowly approach a door and knock

Knock and knock

An old man opens and tells me what I know, his eyes full of shock

And bags that hang low

He puts his arms around me as I begin to cry

He says son, you are me and I was once you

And on this journey we have come. We’ve been the same through thick and thin

He smiles with a bright yellow grin

A smile I remember as my own

that once riddled my peers

The old man reaches out and wipes away my tears

You have a life that’s worth living

He begins to say to me

Don’t be so hard on yourself, everything comes at a price

And the world we live in isn’t free.

But life is a blessing and that’s what I’ve come to learn, but you have to get off them knees.

Just learn to love yourself and the rest will come with ease.

He pats me on my head and sends me on my way

I no longer need to take the boat

limbo has escaped my days

I can now walk on the river where I used to lay

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