Me at 67 Years Old

Top hat donned,

Fine cut dishevelled suit tailored
Once dapper, now slack
And dusted with city soot

Long grey wiry hair,
Lopsided smile and vocal stammer
Bumbling and stumbling
Not drunk, just clumsy

An eccentric old man,
You might say certain,
Strange in every way
Possible by his own admission

But kind and gentle,
Still strange,
Not mentally unsound,
But getting there

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write ...Thank you for penning...:)

[Subversive Reality]

Thanks for the review Sami, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)