The wrinkles mask the face of his past, a face so smooth,
so handsome he had his choice of women. This towerof a man stoops at the shoulders and walks with a gait,
but still the strong body of his past shows when he attempts
to stand or walk. He was a man who rode horses and built
his muscles on the farm he worked. His glazed over eyes hold visages
of the eyes of his youth, as blue as snow at dusk. Fleeting life can’t camouflage the knowledge in his past. His slowed heart beat
doesn’t tell the story of a good man who saw beauty in those with a good heart.
He raised his family to do the same. They prospered and carried on that legacy
of this man now wrinkled and stooped who is their hero. He died with them at his side.
19 comments:
Whew, Judy, the ending just took my breath away!
I enjoyed this piece. Very descriptive and reminds us all that even the elderly led strong lives. Thank you for sharing!
Erick Flores
Very rich words about a very rich life, Judy.
Great reminder that everyone has a history, even those camouflaged by time. Thanks for posting this!
Powerful man, powerful poem.
Beautiful poem paying homage to a beautiful man, Judy.
A great tribute to a great man. Thanks Judy for sharing this with us!
...and others lives were obviously enriched. Wow, that is what being a man is all about! Thank you for this sentimental journey.
A beautiful legacy for sure....this is wonderful Judy!!
Lovely poem about seeing what once was. Beautiful.
Melanie
Indeed a nice tribute to a good man.
Enjoyed this share ~
sweet one.
The story of a good man who passed the worth of his character to his children...a moving piece
Sounds like someone wonderful to know and quite an amazing tribute.
Beautiful Judy, and there is some glory in this.
this just made me smile all over...thank you for letting us too know the man who was a hero to his family...
This is beautiful and a wonderful way 'to go.'
Beautifully written, Judy! Loved it.
Sounds like a good man.
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