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Description of Old Man
Description of Old Man
slightly more popular choice. Most descriptions featured men, although the
question was deliberately gender neutral so answers could equally have focused
on women, and although old is a relative term, the majority of students chose to
describe the very elderly. Some focused exclusively on the man’s eyes and the
secrets they held or the wisdom or loss that was on display, whilst others
characterised him as a whole person and described not only his physical
appearance but his personality and circumstances, eg being homeless or a war
veteran. Some chose old people who were part of their lives, such as
grandparents and elderly neighbours, whilst others created characters like a
dying king or a battle-scarred warrior.
LEVEL 1 LEVEL 2 LEVEL 3 LEVEL 4 LEVEL 5
Hair winter-white smoky-grey river-silver wizened fossilized
powder-white gunmetal-grey salt-and- desiccated mummified
pepper
Eyes aged milky jaded fatigued brumous
blood-flecked watery crow’s feet way worn nebulous
Beard a spade shaped Abe Lincoln Captain Ahab Moses
goatee devil’s fork Vandyke Socratic Methuselah
a galway
Face/skin faded world weary time ravaged toil worn parchment
timeworn weatherworn time chiselled seasoned faded creased
like vellum
Walk/move limping drowsy flagging leaden vapid
ment unsteady wilting spiritless lethargic listless
Clothes dusty shabby tatty musty tattered
moth eaten scruffy ragged soiled threadbare
Fingers crooked inflamed knotty hoary rheumatic
twisted contorted misshapen gnarled gout inflamed
Smile friendly angelic megawatt vivacious electrifying
pleasant amiable terrawatt captivating scintillating
Bright eyes twinkling gleaming galaxy-blue fulgenlambent as bright as a
sparkling glinting cerulean-green jackdaw like
earthshine pools
Voice weak feeble trembling bird shell quakingquavering
fragile flimsy faltering brittlea gravel-
and-syrup voice
Level 3
It is very long and lush with a salt and pepper tint. He must read until
late at night because he has crow’s feet under his eyes. He has a
clipped, Abe Lincoln beard and that must be why everyone calls him
‘The President’. I reckon he must be in his seventies because his face
is time chiselled and weather beaten. At times he can seem a
bit spiritless, as if life and old age are getting the better of him. The
clothes he wears are sometimes ragged and threadbare also, as if he is
giving in to the passage of time and is unconcerned about his appearance.
I’ve noticed that his hand becomes clenched when the cold winds of
winter bite the air. His fingers get knotty and then the hand forms the
shape of a claw. I don’t feel sorry for him because he probably wouldn’t
want me too. He smiled at me once when I met him on the street and
there were a lot of megawatts in it! It totally transformed his face and
the years dropped away from his face. His eyes shone a
bright, cerulean-green and his teeth gleamed like piano keys.
Although his voice trembled when he said hello, I knew then that he
hadn’t given up completely on life.
It was roughly fifteen years ago on Christmas Eve. The snow was falling
in a cloud of Merlin-white and the air was beautifully cold. It wasn’t the
skin-biting pinch of a windy day, more like the powdery cold of a crisp,
refreshing Alaskan snowfall. I was standing outside the front entrance of a
shopping mall in New York, enjoying the high spirits of the shoppers as
they swarmed around me. My mother was inside getting some Christmas
presents. I suppose I was about fourteen at the time.
There was a homeless man in the middle of the street weaving his way
through the traffic. I could only assume that he was homeless as his
actions and clothes were bizarre. He held a brown, paper bag in one hand
and he would occasionally put it to his mouth to take a drink from the
bottle within. The other hand was being used to make obscene gestures
and to thump the bonnets of the honking cars. All the while he issued
forth a string of obscenities and vile curses. Not just your ordinary curses
either. This guy was threatening the motorists that the milk would curdle
in their fridges’, their food would turn to sawdust and that he would
render them barren and infertile for eternity. He was like a one man
comedy show with the outrageousness of his performance.
With that he was off. He zigzagged his way across the street, screaming
at anyone who honked. I saw him going across to another shop front and
that some old lady was giving him money. That was the last I ever saw of
him. Now my eyes drifted to an article in the Obituary column of the New
York Times. The caption was ‘New York’s Unlikeliest Billionaire.’
‘Died Monday, aged 65. Lloyd ‘The Tramp’ Carson, heir to the Carson
Steel empire and notorious practical joker. Lloyd, who was a dedicated
actor and keen observer of human life, liked nothing better than to dress
up as a vagrant and shout insults at his fellow New Yorkers. Although
knocked down twice as a result of these escapades, he played out the role
until his last day on this earth. His last words were known to be: “You’re a
nugget, man. God bless all good looking people.” Indeed, these are the
exact words which shall be on his epitaph as per his wishes.’
It is believed that Mr Carson has left an estate worth north of $1.7 bn. As
he does not have any immediate family, speculation is mounting as to
who shall be the beneficiaries of his largesse. Rumours abound that he
had a team of private detectives following him and they would discover
the identities of people who were particularly generous to Mr Carson’s
alter ego. It may be another urban myth, of which New Yorker’s are
particularly fond of, but sources at the New York Times are adamant that
Mr Carson intended to pay back those who had a generous spirit.
I laughed out loud again as I finished the article. He was most definitely a
character, this guy. I had to hand it to him. He knew how to get a kick
out of life.
I thought nothing more of it until a letter arrived three months later. Then
I didn’t laugh at all. I cried with happiness.
Other examples
Example 1
The old man had long since forgotten what it felt like to have
joints that moved freely, without pain. His aches were his
constant companions, not friends, but always with him. His
memories both warmed and haunted him, sometimes drawing
a smile and other times a tear. And time was the thief he
always suspected her to be, taking his wife, taking his friends.
Everybody seems to want to have a long life, but what good is
it if your life partners are dead and your children too busy to
visit? What is it then but marking time? He would describe
being an old man as like bobbing on an ocean in a boat, not
knowing when death will finally come to sever the rope that
binds you to the shore, that binds you to this earthly coil.
Example 2
Example 4
In appearance Jeff was nothing special, but when it he opened
his mouth, it was like hearing a bird sing for the first time. He
was old and his deep wrinkles seemed to carve a map of his life
on his still agile and mobile facial features. His twinkling eyes
were framed by thick white eyebrows and on his stubbled chin
were white whiskers. His bright blue eyes shone in the bright
day light as his few dazzling teeth shone with a fresh white
gleam.
Example 5
Old Man
His faded brown wrinkled skin creased into a fake smile. He has
masses of wrinkles round his eyes with uncountable frown lines
across his forehead.