THE OLD MAN BY ISMAIL FROUINI
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THE OLD MAN BY ISMAIL FROUINI
http://www.moroccoworldnews.com/2014/02/121481/the-old-man-poem/
THE OLD MAN BY ISMAIL FROUINI
The Old Man – Poem
Alone in the corner!
Sitting,
Waiting,
Then leaving in stagger,
Gaunt and tall, bearded is his smiling face,
An old man is gazing into the space.
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The deep wrinkles in his forehead dwell.
Make of his face a set of stairs.
On a log that his DJELLABA hardly covers
He sits silently????? without farewell!
Still waiting…
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Aloof and stubborn,
The old man is of none but of his own
Always waiting and looking towards the mountain
For the last glow of the sunset.
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Watching the sunset over the mountain
Halas! The sun sinks below the horizon.
Taking his walking stick home,
In a great sorrow,
Hoping the log is not moved tomorrow…
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