Older... But Deadly

Used to run like fire...

Through the smoke...

Through the sand...

Heart beating fast with a rifle in hand

I was the ghost that nightmares fear

A storm in boots, sharp and clear

Now I creak when I stand, and I limp when I walk

But you best pay close attention when I talk

I may move slow, but I don’t miss

And I’ve buried men for less than this

I’m older, but deadly, don’t forget

Got a soul full of scars and no regret

The grey’s in my beard, but the fire’s in my eye

Still got one good shot before I die

I ain’t young, I ain’t fast, but I’m still mean

Just quieter now… and twice as keen

I’m older…

But deadly

They used to call me a war born god

Now I’m just the quiet man behind the façade

But if trouble comes knocking, I don’t run

I just cock that hammer and get it done

Muscle fades, but instincts stay

You don’t forget how to hunt your prey

I’ve seen boys with rage and brand new boots

Fall to a man with nothing left to prove

I’m older, but deadly worn and wise

A wolf in the woods with battle in his eyes

The edge might be dull, but the aim is true

And I don’t bluff I’ll follow through

I ain’t loud, I ain’t slick, but I’m still steel

And I don’t forget the way revenge feels

I’m older…

But deadly

I’ve made peace with ghosts, but I don’t forgive

I’ve earned every wrinkle in the life I live

If you think I’m soft because I move with care

Come a little closer… if you dare

I’m older, but deadly make no mistake

I still shake the ground when I raise the stakes

They say age brings grace maybe that’s true

But I bring hell when I walk through

I ain’t quick, I ain’t new, but I’m still fire

A legend built from blood and wire

I’m older

Yeah, I’m older

But deadly

So tip your hat or walk on by

Don’t test a man who’s ready to die

I ain’t what I was

But I’m still who I am

And I’m still the end

When the trouble hits the fan

© 2026 A Broken Poet

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