Ever the observant was mister young-old
With his camera, he takes pictures of the world
Keeps them in a little book, he’d show you if you asked
Portraits of people he knows, places he wishes
To know one day, with enough exploration and courage
Ever the knowledgeable was mister young-old
Traveling the world, gathering stories
He’d tell you his tales if you asked him to
Only unasked questions go unanswered
Ever the enigma was mister young-old
To those who haven’t quite grasped the concept
That simply asking the questions you wish to know
Make mister young-old not a mystery at all
Ever the creature was mister young-old
A young man with an old soul
You’d think him to be a wise man of eighty three
But mister young old isn’t that old yet.
valentine 