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It's a very short poem I wrote based by another one of Van Gogh's paintings, Old Man in Sorrow. This is my depiction of what the painting was trying to convey. It's solely fictional.


Submitted:Feb 5, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


We are easy to decipher

A woman will be expressive until the day she dies

But a man will maintain his tough exterior

On all days but some.

His eyes may become dense

The day he discovers his wife is ill.

Tears held beneath wrinkled eyes may roll down his cheeks

On the day before her last.

And the very next day

He will sit in an old wooden chair.

Raising his deep blue sleeves to his chin

He will cradle his head in his hands.

And their memories will make small puddles on the floor.





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