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    dots Submission Name: This Old Mandots

    Author: colopoao
    ASL Info:    42/ Male / Hallowell Mai
    Elite Ratio:    4.89 - 62/55/18
    Words: 206
    Class/Type: Poetry/Passion
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    dotsThis Old Mandots

    This Old man sits on a park bench
    Looking at a resting willow tree...
    He watches as the leaves lazily dangle in the breeze...

    One pigeon walks alone next to a
    Dried up pond As one leaf falls....

    This Old man stands upon frail legs
    Legs that once stood for courage

    In Battle

    He walks across the pond and
    Picks up the leaf.....Watching
    it crumble in his hands

    Dust moves musically falling
    upon his shoulders

    He turns and looks on as a young
    Man walks hand in hand with
    A small boy
    He smiles


    A baby cries from behind closed
    Doors as this old man
    Waits in anticipation

    This Old man reaches up and grabs
    Onto the two fingers that give
    his wobbily legs strength to


    Becoming a man. A Strength that
    Carries on the shoulders
    Of a youth that looks across this
    Dried up pond and remembers the pure
    refreshing water that once flowed through it's veins

    Chris Osgood 8/19/04

    by Christopher Osgood

    Author's Comments:
    "This goes out to our children. Our Future.

    Submitted on 2004-09-04 18:33:05     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      This is your feature piece. The work speaks for itself and instantly pulls you into the heart. Empathy is a powerful tool, that sharing of an emotion has the power to do amazing things. I see the excessive '.....' a hindrance, just clean up the punctuation and it's perfect. I am adding this to my list- I absolutely love it.

    | Posted on 2013-08-02 00:00:00 | by HisNameIsNoMore | [ Reply to This ]
      That... was beautiful. I've always had respect for the old, and the hidden wisdom in thier tired eyes. #rd line, 7th stanza, you mispelled "waits" but hey, at least you know i was really reading it right?
    So anywho, i liked the format you written it in and this is probably my favorite poem that you've written.
    Aken Sol
    | Posted on 2004-09-12 00:00:00 | by Aken Sol | [ Reply to This ]
      Your poem is very interesting. And l can understand why it is a passion poem. On the other hand it is also very sad, because of what is..., it is difficult to comment upon this poem of yours. Yet, me myself do hope for goodness for the next generation to come. Thanks for sharing a very interesting poem.
    | Posted on 2004-09-07 00:00:00 | by Vibrant | [ Reply to This ]

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