Old Men

That clockwise beast called the hour

Weighed heavy on the backs of the old men

Who went to cemeteries to visit their history in stone

And fought to hold onto fleeting recollections

Of dances in the Summer evening

Painting a house some 'eggshell' shade of white

A game of chess on a stone patio whose perimeter was a balustrade in vibrant bloom

In time, on practiced schedules, they would leave

And come to learn that though the fire had died

There still existed warmth.

Dylan Berger

Age17, Grade: 12

Saucon Valley High School

District: Saucon Valley School District