The Wiseman of Digby Nova Scotia
T'was a dismal night in Digby as I wandered 'bout the town.
Searching for a cubbyhole where I might lay me down.
I gazed into a window in a shop down by the bay,
The haggard man reflected took my laboured breath away.
The tattered clothes that covered him were rumpled and askew,
His wrinkled face unshaven, with sunken eyes of blue.
Down by the wharf I found a meal of fish flakes laid to dry,
I chewed upon a mouthful and laid me down to die.
Don't grow old alone my friend,don't cast your friends aside.
Don't die alone and homeless, because of stubborn pride.
Hold tight to those who've loved you, don't judge and criticize!
My final words I'll offer you:
"We're to long stupid and too late wise"
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:I guess I'm beginning to feel my age creeping in upon me.
I seem to be reflecting on life a little differently
than I did not so many years ago.