Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
The old men
The old men
The old men sleep. The old men dream. Great names whose meaning can never be told to one Not ancient, tremble upon a drowsy mind - Living is over, life is not yet done. | |
Music they heard, and friends they had, The lusty noise of life they answered with a shout, Murmur a moment, move as real as life, Gleam like a small blown flame, and flicker out. | |
The old men dream. The old are wise. Nothing is greater wisdom, knowing what they know, Than to wake from a bright slow drift of dream, Remember the world that calls them back, and go. | |