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His eyes spoke of times past
His hands ran through memories of hair
A smile parted his lips.
His breath stung my nose
as a great laugh bellowed.
But,
I could not see what he saw
I could not follow where he went
My hair still lingered here
No smile parted my lips.
But the old man's terrible,
sweet breath remains.
The Old Man
His teeth rotted in his gums
His eyes spoke of times past
His hands ran through memories of hair
A smile parted his lips.
His breath stung my nose
as a great laugh bellowed.
But,
I could not see what he saw
I could not follow where he went
My hair still lingered here
No smile parted my lips.
But the old man's terrible,
sweet breath remains.