The Boatman Has Grown Thin

 

The Boatman
has grown thin
He has shaved his head and beard,
limbs are very slight.
And he is wearing rolled up pants
a kin to Gandhi.
He plays his ancient
Oar and mandolin
With an even greater passion
Seen only
In his eyes and
Quickly nimble fingers.
As he plays an eastern tune
by a placid river shore.
The journeys seem
Fewer now.
He doesn’t sing,
Yet his gentle smile is there.
He stops to rest,
puts his strumming hand on heart,
Thankful for another
Day
on one side of the river;
A benign lump
in his throat.

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The Boatman Ages

The boatman’s black hair

has grown long

And his beard a peppered grey

His body has grown thin and older

But he still plays

His oar turned mandolin

and keeps his many golden secrets

as he sits and moves across the

shore.