The Poetry Club

You wear me out Old Man,

You make the path so hard,

From first our meet began,

I’m stiff and sore and scarred.

You wear me out Old Man,

That rugged handsome face,

But I’m your biggest fan,

And love time in your space.

You wear me out Old Man,

Old Man of Coniston.

By Janet Bosson

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