A.N./ i wrote this for a poetry contest yet never submitted it...oh well here you go
The rust of hours
Clings to his skin
As more and more time
He drinks in.
Stately and solemn
Withered and gray
Long since past
Are his days of play.
He contains more wisdom
Than the thickest book
Beneath his lined face
And his nose like a hook.
He tells me stories
Of the days of old
When the world wasn't
Oh so very cold.
Days full of sunshine
And flyaway dreams,
Not days like today
With sirens and screams.
He knows so much,
None of us no more
Because for years
Over books did he pour,
His heart and soul
Devotion and love,
Because knowledge is power.
There is nothing above
Reading and learning
Knowing all that you can
And trying your hardest
To help your fellow man
He passes on wisdom
To those in need
But he warns them
'Do take heed,''
Knowledge is power
And it can be used
For the good of mankind
Or it may be abused
You are playing with fire
My young friend,
It may leave you wounds
That time cannot mend.
So in that awareness
I leave you to make
The choices you will;
Choose a wise path to take.'