Scraggly

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jan 04, 2019 

Scraggly 
old man
I be.
Many years
behind 
me now.
Scraggly 
old man
I be.
Toil,
hard work,
back
breaking work
only thing
I’ve ever
known.
Scraggly 
old man
I be.
Children born
all grown up,
grandchildren 
too.
Scraggly 
old man
 I be.
Scars of 
life all over
me
can be 
found.
Scraggly 
old man 
I be.
Scars
all over 
me
outside
and in.
Scraggly 
old man
I be.
Generations
just
like me.
Scraggly 
old men
they were.
All ghosts!
Scraggly 
old man
I be.
Years have
come,
years have
gone, 
leaving
me in the
dust.
Scraggly 
old man
I was.

 

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