Some men are old,

and offer truce to life.

like the vintage tree.

the vintage tree sings

of the vintage nan,

The vintage man

stops to know the tree,

they recognize one another,

they are proud but bare

or leaves.

the vintage man knows he better find love,

while there is time,

he better find wisdom,

while there is time,

he better make friends,

while there is time.

he knows that being tough

is not the same as being good,

he doesn’t break his tools,

or throw his computer through a window,

or his phone into the toilet

in a fit of rage.

the vintage man

no longer hurts anyone,

including himself,

he doesn’t feel sorry for himself,

or speak poorly of his live,

or the people he loves

he keeps on creating,

while he can,

and doing good,

while he can,

the vintage man tries to give back

the gifts he was given.