In the lines lines of his figure i search in vain
for the man full of strength and vigour
but all i see is an aging frame staring into eternity
sad and insecure with moistened eyes
i move towards him ,. he looks at me
and then i know this man shrivelled and old is he
in turn he sees a stranger with salt and pepper hair
is this the little girl i braught up with loving tender care
he rises and moves with a sudden spurt
arms open and i am engulfed
and then i know, these old bones still have
the power to comfort.