The Gloomy Old Man

The Gloomy Old Man short poem

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I once saw a very gloomy old man
Whose smile weighed only a gram.
I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong
I’ll do what I can!”
But he just sat there as cold as a clam.

He did not move, not once!
Never did he decide to look.
Just smoked out of his pipe
Reading a dusty old book.

He kept getting older, and older:
He now had long hair and a beard.
The room felt colder, way colder:
He finally looked up as he sneered.
His image got lighter and lighter
As his hair got whiter and brighter.

This sad man drew nearer, and nearer
As I felt closer to him much dearer.
The truth became clearer, way clearer
That this old man – was me,
Staring into a mirror.

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Nikita Mehendiratta

Oh this one tricked me at the end. like accidental introspection. Beautiful work.

ammu sachariah

interesting poem. I loved it.

Savi Mani

liked the poem……loved the poem………beautifully written……..

Ramapriya Nr

Absolutely delightful and so true to life. Brilliant a poem indeed. hats off to you sir


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