I Am An Old, Weak Man.

• Joshua Glaser, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

I am an old, weak man.
I sit on my splintered stool,
Thinking about the glory days.
My house was once luxurious,
But now it is a crumbling wreck.
I used to be smart and funny,
But now I moan myself to bed.
It feels like the life is slowly leaking
Out of my scarred, wrinkled skin.
I wish I could rewind time to when I was important,
But these lonely days children walk by without noticing me.
I am now but another weed in my garden.