When I wrote this poem it sort of
wrote itself. I was just the fingers
that typed it! Its message I think
was very simple in that, no one is
perfect and life sometimes throws
us some pretty hard things to
In this poem the young man had
lost it all in his battle to gain
material things in life. He didn't
really realize what he had until
it was gone! In my mind he
was a hard worker and a good
husband and father.
He was just never there for his
family physically. As you read his
wife left him taking children
He was hurt, confused and
The old man is all alone and
give's advice to the younger man.
In the poem the younger man isn't
even sure he really ever spoke
other than to ask him to sit for a
At the end you noticed where the
young man is alone.
The old man in his years of heart
break and wisdom was trying to
teach the younger man a lesson.
a lesson of forgiveness, faith,
strength, of letting go and moving
on with his life.
In my minds eye the younger man
was so dispondant and depressed.
He was actually feeling as if he
had nothing and no one left
to live for.
In his mad dash for wealth and
acceptance in this world he had
lost what he later realized was
the most important things in our
lives, our familys!
In this story/poem the old man
and the young man were one in
I wasn't actually looking for one
cut and dry answer at all.
We are all different and all will
see things differently,
we are human!
I wanted you to really read and
come away; I had hoped, with
the message inside the story/poem
of forgiveness and acceptance!
You can give the same article
for reading to a dozen people
and very few will come back with
the same answer when you question
We as human's each get out of life
or in this case a poem/story what we
want to. Its how we precieve things
and how we are conditioned to
I wanted to feel your response and
hear your real thoughts.
It becomes so automatic sometime's
to just read very quickly and forget a
few hours later what was really being
said or what was important.
In this instance, It truly did not
matter to me if you saw it as I did
at all. Our perceptions are what
make us different and what makes
the world and its people so diverse
If anything, I wanted you to come
away after reading "The Old Man"
with more understanding of
forgiveness, of self and others.
Maybe the Old man would be a
teacher, angle, alter ego, guardian,
friend, your child, etc.
Maybe, just maybe, in the reading
(maybe even more than once) to
find the idenity of the Old man,
the message was passed on!
Faith can move mountains and
forgiveness can cover a mulitude
I want to thank each one of you
for reading and really responding.
I truly hope the intent of the
poem/story touches some deep
place inside you and somehow
plants a seed!
Merry Christmas and
Happy New Year to one and all!
If someone is reading this now
but missed the poem,
I encourage you to read it!