Change the last three paragraphs of the steps into modern poems. I want it tonight, and quickly.

I had a rest on the threshold with my father. His stubborn head was buried in his knees for a long time, and his extremely short hair was like a freshly harvested crop stubble, uneven, gray and lifeless.

After a long time, my father asked himself and me again: What happened to this man?

What happened? Father is old.

Is this three paragraphs? Rewrite them as follows:

I just sat quietly.

Sit next to my father.

Looked at him with his head down, as if thinking about something.

Short gray hair, strewn at random.

His face was buried deep in his knees.

Don't move, just sit.

For a long time,

In the sunset, leaving a curved figure.

It seems to say, old, old.