Who knows the thoughts of old men?
They seem so safe, so slow,
but these men are boys in their hearts and heads.
See that twinkle in his eye?
The same light shined as he played in fields, among trees,
as he kicked a ball along the street.
It shined when he asked her to dance.
See old men talk together?
Who knows what they say?
Football, fishing, the latest news…
But I think they look at the ladies passing by
And feel like dancing,
And smile.
Twinklings 