Be The Old Man

Grace Davies
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

Be the old man who watches the dogs of desire
Run circles in the yard
Bark and posture until the cows come home
Reminding each other of their dominance
Discovering their place amongst the tribe

Be the old man who knows where he belongs
Even doing nothing, commands respect.
It says to the group
I don’t need to prove anything to show I belong

Be the old man who smiles gentle as they return
worn and wiped from a days adventuring

The old man who looks upon his sons as his soul;
hardy but not hardened from a cool days work.

Be the old man who whispers gently
In the ears of his little granddaughter
Reminding her she is perfect
And the world is wonderful

Teaching by extension, a softness — a curiosity.
A platform from which she discovers life

Supported

Hoping that her thirst is never quenched
So that every moment of living has lustre
And she may dive into the unknown

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Grace Davies

Written by

(A) Eudeamaniac: A Good Spirit; Inspires the state of Human Flourishing by challenging the notion of possible . You are Possible. Invoke the Feeling.

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