A man not as old as you expect
by ermacnamara
A man not old as you expect
carefully alights from the red mobility scooter
struggles to free a black-notched walking stick
and inches into Ruby’s on death-camp legs
he peruses the racks and chooses
a fat paperback curled at the edges
I notice a swollen red ball on his elbow
the pervasive thinness of him
two perfect out-turned ears
the contained tilt of his head
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An analysis of something more than just an old man. A poem that says something cogent, simply and effectively, about agelessness and humanity.
Thank you Ken for such an empathetic reading. Makes me feel heard which is a wonderful thing. Liz
Oh love this, the observations and the vulnerability. Looking forward to meeting you in person.
Kate