When the old man speaks,
Seldom as it is, everyone respects
His words, and files it away
As wise advice.
Once he was in those fields,
Outworking his children twofold.
Now in his late age, his body
Crumbles, rusted like an old locomotive.
Still, his memory, in the minds of his children,
Compels them to perk up and shut up.
Like an old desert tortoise,
He has walked the desert many times,
And defied the hawks many more.
Nice write
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I enjoyed and appreciated the respectful tone above all else. The tribute to a life was wonderful, the imagery and telling very nice indeed. - Lady A
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Although the poem is short
Although the poem is short and can pay only a small tribute, I did try my best to make it reverent and respectful.
I do enjoy the similes and the imagery they convey myself. It is most awesome to see my efforts commended. Thank you Lady A!
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.