Strong like venom,from a cobra to the eyes.
Stressed like the beams,
of an old ancient building.
Growing lines of experience,
like the cracks in a brick fire place.
Stern as a grand father clock.
No sleep, only hibernation,
as a bear waiting for spring.
Quiet as a dying moth,
in inky darkness.
Crooked front tooth,
like a coble stone out of place.
Scarred face that remembers,
friction from the pavement.
Polished,
a new gold metal.
Lazy barn owl gazing,
at you from the rafters.
Crazy like the white foam,
that dances out of reach of the swift river.
Tired, weathered,
like an old boat.
Proud, tall
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