That old man,
Of twinkling eyes
And handsome cheeks
Carved like a landscape
From a slender blade,
Eyes the softest glimmer
Of a cerulean hue
My dear old friend,
Of a voice rumbling deep
And laughter to always keep
And the kindest words
Swelling with wisdom
Trailed by stark wit and humor
May you rest in peace
Knowing that you have
Arrived to eternal sleep

what can I do for you miss?

get me the *****
*out of this place

leave me be
simply*
to my desires
my spoiled treasures
and dangerous
*adventures

simply, in my humble opinion
the old man said
you are not magnificent
with an odd twinkle
in his grey eyes
and his shot of white hair
glistening in the moonlight
yet I hold a compass, a pencil
and a mind to will
no, I said
I am only not
as such
to you