His dark and weathered skin
Might be older than the street itself
Deep set eyes that have watched
As ages have come and gone
Fingers swollen with arthritis
Yet they move like a young man’s
When dancing along brass valves
Musing & Creating with T.J.S. Sherman
Musing and Creating–Poetry, Creative Writing, Photography, and Philosophy
His dark and weathered skin
Might be older than the street itself
Deep set eyes that have watched
As ages have come and gone
Fingers swollen with arthritis
Yet they move like a young man’s
When dancing along brass valves