The Old Man
By Daniel Joshua
Who was this old man that was stubby and old
His wrinkles sagged like a curtain next to a door
With his eyes staring at the deep end
Children tremble in fear as they pass
No ones knows what he is thinking
Everyone thinks he is just dreaming
But no one ones what he knows
The old man continued his routine without fail
Staring into darkness without fail.
What does he dream about?
Who does he dream for?
Until the old man reveals it
No one shall know.
By Daniel Joshua
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