Old Man
He remains stalwart, though his eyes be dim
tales of the sea define him, some grim
his face etched like a weathered map, a compass
pointing between light and shadows, thin.
A broken nose belies his youth, most zealous
once brash and bold, defiant and rebellious
his black hair, bright eyes and jawline, strong
now tempered with white beard, grays and yellows.
His past has logged a journal of high adventures
stormy life, lost loves, foolishness and treasures
he navigates his emotions with a stoic demeanor
yet his telling face and eyes reveal more than ever.
Written on 6/7/2022
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2022
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