Trying my hand at Poetry

I Saw An Old Man the Other Day


From his rugged chin worn
That looked as rough and tattered as his leather boots
Climbing up the whiskered path to his lips, luscious no more,
Merely dry and cracked
His nose was bent up not quite in it's place
It reared to the side
Like an arrow pointing somewhere far off on a deserted road.

At the end of the line of this ageless treasure
Were two "Chinese fans" at the edge of his eyes
That made him squint close together
I was astonished to find in this fixed sight -
A feeling of tranquility that passed through my body
The glaze of his iris seemed to catch my attention
It led to a sublime other dimension
A sea of secrets, magic, and wonder, in store
So many faces, and places he'd been to before.

As I stood there in awe, pondering what to think
That old goddamn chap just gave me wink
Then slowly moved from his motionless stance
One foot, then the other
Like my youth at the high school dance.
With that jig in his stride and a smile on his face,
That old man left, and a young boy took his place.