Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Arrogant Old Man


Arrogant Old Man

A sandy war bro, grey fringes, weary from fight
And arrows by adversity pierce and shape him
Dawns roar by; he rarely stirs then
A slender frame once, travelling on brawny roads
Older now, this barnyard sow, still on his toes
Brays onward, scarred, but resolute in stature
And wary orbs still light his brow
Like the moonlit sky he’s drawn oars by 




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