I read that he was sixty-two- so young! <br />I recall when I had first heard the news, <br />Long before my years touched his. <br />I had absolved an old man then, <br />Infirm, impotent, diminished in his craft. <br /> <br />Today I feel his fear, <br />See him slash through the savanna, <br />Praying for one potent shot, one more time <br />To crouch triumphant atop his prize. <br /> <br />On that day, <br />He chose his favorite shotgun, <br />Faced his fear. <br />At point-blank range, <br />With one clean shot, <br />He killed the beast.<br /><br />Robert Graves Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/papa-5/
