Ekphractic Poem

The Old Man
By Leonardo Da Vinci

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The Father of Time

Old.

So old color fades into dirt,

So old the picture grows faint, and sand stains rittles the storey.

The Father of Time.

Who lived an eternity,

Who has seen all,

All of earth's failures, and all of earth's tragedy

He is sad.

His wrinkles tell tales,

And he remembers

Everything that has passed, and everything that will eventually come

He frowns.

Not a frown of discuss,

But a frown that speaks volumes

Of regret, lose, disaster, but also one of fond memories now past

A frown of Love

Love that was wasted,

Wasted on selfishness

Kicked in the ass, and thrown out on the curb side

Love that is gone.