This is a poem I wrote more than a decade ago. I'd basically forgotten it until reminded of its genesis by a good friend. Thanks JYL.
Dan
Young inside old out
Bright skin shines
Like tanned leather hide
His eyes
Glimmering clear
No feelings to deny
When he goes home
Lying in the dusty room
All he calls his own
Within his view
As he smiles
And lays down to rest
© Gayle Force Press 2010
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