poetry assignment

An Old Man

By: Iffah Fikzia (13020115120003)

 

Just an old man,

Walking through the corridor

With a slightly shaky hand

Here he is with great ardor

Bring the tray drinks that errand

 

I wonder what keeps him doing that

Walking with his bent and hobbled

Keep going without scrambled

In the middle of strangers

But still don't recognize him

 

Now, I realize

Nothing well will come aimless

from despair

And ther will be nothing useless

from his struggle

 

Because he is not just an old man,

but the fighter man that still have precious soul