by Josephine Miles
How much is an old man
A citizen?
An old alone old man
Breathing now and then?
Well, he walks on every morning
In the approaching sun
And uses up more of it
Than most people can.
He goes all over,
Sees little done,
His eye cloudy
And his sense unplain.
And casts his vote, if a vote defines
A citizen
All down the line, back to 'eighty, to Adam,
Before most begin.
The man he votes for being fuller
Than anyone
Suspects of patience, age, policy
And sun.
From:
Collected Poems 1930-83
Copyright ©:
1983, University of Illinois Press
Last updated February 11, 2023