The old men
Gather around
Weathered, frayed hats
Try in vain
To protect their
Weather, frayed skin
The sun beats down
Oppressive to us
A beacon of life
To them
I see
They are engaged
In a battle
Of strategy, wits and steel
They play cards.
What else is there to do
When the egg timer of life
Is about
To drop its final grain?
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 9:09 AM UTC
The old men
Gather around
Weathered, frayed hats
Try in vain
To protect their
Weather, frayed skin
The sun beats down
Oppressive to us
A beacon of life
To them
I see
They are engaged
In a battle
Of strategy, wits and steel
They play cards.
What else is there to do
When the egg timer of life
Is about
To drop its final grain?
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