The Proud Old Man

Is it right? You say I'm old? Did I not, at the festival of Rain, Defeat the men in the log-tossing match? Did I not still with the most fearless ones, Hunt the Leopard and the Anaconda at night? And saved the farmers' goats from further harm? And you say I'm old? Did I not, to announce the... Sign in to see full entry.

They say they are healthier than me, Though they cannot walk to the end of a mile. At their age, I walked forty at night To wage battle at dawn. They think they are healthier than me: When their socks get wet, they catch cold. When my sockless feet got wet, I never sneezed. But they still think... Sign in to see full entry.

When this rough game was still tough, So hard, and bad, with thicker trends; We set our minds against all odds: We fought for ourselves, yet our hearts bend. For shit reasons, we never thought the game would end. We started this; that'd become A bringer of wealth; the offers we send; The money we... Sign in to see full entry.

I remember a day, some months ago; I was young, like this, some weeks before nineteen. I was there on my bed, arose to some ego. My skin in flame, my hair erect, yes, I was a teen. I cried, wept, I was alone in the dark; then a thing, I could hear its beeps; Forcefully in rage, I feared - then, I... Sign in to see full entry.

Thinking of hard poetry in pains; That I did rythm, yet could not write a sonnet. I lied, I tried, wrote about whores, but all in vain. Once in a while, I often did calculate The total number of poems from my head did evacuate; Yes! I wrote of princesses, and princes and of love. I wrote a hundred... Sign in to see full entry.