Old Man

• Halli Brownlow, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

His feet were pigeoned and his socks were dull
I listened to a squark of a dirty seagull
He looks down at his rose beside him
The lines and stress marks all on his head
Where stories and poems that were all unread
The smell of salt water swifts under my nose
as the mans granddaughter sits next to his rose
The man took her hands and gave her a hug
while he picks up his cold takeaway coffee mug
His shirt is winter white matching his last strands of hair
Pants are black coordinating to his despair.
He stands and walks to his car down the road.
As the dirty seagull made his last crow.