Old Men  

The sun shines bright
on the faces of old men.
Like a mirror
it reflects the youth of their past.  

The warmth radiates
through their souls and
refreshes memories
thought long since gone.  

They sit on benches 
and watch their life as it courses through the sky.
It is an orbit
that lives in their hearts always.  

Then at dusk
when the mirror is dark
they lay down and dream
those same memories

Tony Sexton