Inspiration:
I just really wanted to end a poem with “wise guy”.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Wise
Who keeps spinning the clock?
The hands seem to fly!
The mirror doesn’t reflect
what I feel inside.
My body’s getting older,
buy my spirit is young and spry!
I can’t depend on my youth,
so on my brain I must rely!
And with age comes wisdom,
(you don’t even have to try!)
I know, ’cause my wife says
that I’m a real wise guy!