Old Man Three

- Old Man Three-
by
Keaton Foster



Old man three
Standing before me
Wisdom, wise
The hands of my time
They know what will happen
Upon silent lips they speak
Deciphering their spoken truth
Reasoning away my youth
Upon the crowns of kings they sit
Happily emblazoned hypocrites
Dealing out what is to be done
As they themselves do what they wish
Nonetheless I listen with clear intent
No choices to me are easily lent
Old man three
Seeing is believing
So show me if you can
Stop playing such dangerous games
Stop holding me so far at bay
Let me in closer still, deep inside
The wisdom, the way
Your hypocrisy to be enslaved
Make the old man three
One more than their needs
A gaggle of rhetorical geese
Walking, some following
Into a sea of endless belief
Into a wilderness of dreams
Impossibilities made possible
Through knowledge and understanding
Old man three let me see
Let me know
Become one more than before
One more than you are sure you must
Let me crawl inside your minds
Let me die expressing what I find…



Old Man Three
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.