Buried Treasure

The pen

in the

hands

of the

old man

Hands

light and spotted

as

long-forgotten

ancient scrolls

on a

dusty shelf

Hands

that will soon

crumble to pieces

in

time’s cruel crucible

He takes

his thoughts

and

writes them down

They are as

stones

in the path

to mark his life

and its

passing

His pages

become much like

his crumbling

hands,

long-forgotten

until

A curious mind

plucks his thoughts

like ripe berries

from the dusty

shelf.

© Alfred W. Smith Jr. 2015

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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