The emptiness of ages in his face,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox???
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
“Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.”
I heartily wish he had his own shoe company.. Makes me wonder why life is so unfair.. or is it this way always ??
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened.
Dont knw what he waz wondering but i made him feel special for a second or two.. dnt believe me ?? watch his smile.
Warped ... gland-dry ...
With spine askew
And body shrunken into half its space ...
Well-used as some cracked paving-stone ...
Bearing on his grimed and pitted front
A stamp ... as of innumerable feet.
- Lola Ridge
Person in pic :(Dock worker ... Writer... Visakhapatnam Times)
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king...
The Lord of the Rings...
Once Mark Twain quote.. "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."
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