The Old Man

Each week, I try to bring at least one piece of poetry to the table. Sure, poetry might not be your bag, but poetry is the full-body workout for the avid writer or reader. It hits you where you're weak, builds up mental muscle. Poetry stretches us in word economy, metaphor, and abstract thought. In that way, poetry makes us more complete readers and better writers. Today's poem, "The Old Man," is a reflection on seeing. Enjoy.



"The Old Man"

Among the mysteries of seeing, of knowing and being known, two are most unfathomable, most improbable, most true: how aged eyes feel youthful without the mirror's reflection; how the soul remains unknown without hushed prayer.


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