Author Stephen Owen Now old, my heart is at peace and nothing external bothers me. The robes of hemp and seat of grass ā enough for my body. Everyone I meet tells me how grand it would be to quit office Yet never once here in the woods have I seen a single one. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments