Sometimes an old man is like a mountain,
\nstanding with a peak of white
\nand cursing at the foothills about him.<\/p>\n
Usually he just sits and waits.<\/p>\n
But for what, old man?
\nHave you found what you were looking for?<\/p>\n
Perhaps you have,
\nas you sit there winking
\nyour twinkling eyes,
\nbrushing back the shaggy
\nwhite hair from
\nyour ruddy face.<\/p>\n
Perhaps you have.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
A sixteen year old’s vision of an old man in which this old man-mountain recognizes only the foothills he curses.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sometimes an old man is like a mountain, standing with a peak of white and cursing at the foothills about him. Usually he just sits and waits. But for what, old man? Have you found what you were looking for? Perhaps you have, as you sit there winking your twinkling eyes, brushing back the shaggy … <\/p>\n