WHY I ADMIRE OLD MEN

I admire the faraway look and drawn lines of experiences
Too numerous to relate deeply embedded in their faces.
Their lives will not outlast the telling of this history.
I admire the still strong hands that sometimes tremble
That mastered excellence in malice or good
Old Men have forgiven themselves by certifying a discipline
Teaching youth who will take time to hear
Forgotten is their own former impatience with Old Men
Either way, let the record show that I admire Old men
I adore the patience and knowing etched in their faces
They have seen that life's struggles with its resolves and grace.
I do not like the unwarranted fear of the unknown
Their slow acceptance and railing against new ideas
It does, however, produce a certain kind of humility
It compels appreciation of things long denied.
Satisfaction is certain in the eyes and smiles of Old men
Watching grandchildren at play allowing for the young
As they rip and play ever being held in check by
An understanding and authoritative character.
Old men allow a place to bear fools
Because at any juncture, he knows how to say "No!"
That is why . . .
I Admire Old Men.

by
Earthene Fleming
May 7, 2009