The Old Man's Fate

I've seen them there, dangling—

translucent strings the eyes won't see

that keep his world unsteady.

To spin upon an axis worn by wayward winds

an old man refuses to feel.

Hand in hand and mind to mind

it could have been the child inside

and all the wonders never known

that gifts us with the question

in an old man's heart with aching bones

that led to misdirection...

Devoid of hope the child inside

once lost is never found.

Still gazing at a crescent moon

that hung Itself in shrouded skies.

On puppet strings our eyes won't see

and the old man refuses to sever.

I've seen them there, dangling—

While aching bones remind us all

that mortals share one fate.

First Appeared in Dark Poetry Society Ezine 2021.

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