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Every so often...
Every so often...
........one meets a person who leaves an imprint on our heart.....today i met such a gentleman.......
Nameless faces in a little cafe'
Bitter coffee to drink on a lonely day
Worn out jukebox playing worn out songs
People pondering their lives and what went wrong
One old gent's here whom i see quite often
Probably not yet fifty, but ready for his coffin
Coffee and cigarette, the man looks spent
Eyes already rheumy and his shoulders forever bent
While i sit and write, his eyes meet mine
Young and old and painful, it chills my spine
He comes to my table and takes a seat
Offers a gnarled hand as we somehow meet
Without a prompt, he starts to tell
Of his life that's become a living hell
Of a life still young yet already done
Of not wanting to see even one more sun
He's tired of life, tired of his fate
Tired of his wife and too tired to hate
It hurts to see anyone so full of sorrow
i wonder if he'll even be alive tomorrow
He lights another of probably one million smokes
i watch with interest as i drink at my Coke
Wondering at the stories this man could say
Of his happy life before too many yesterdays
We talk of life and death and the big bad world
Smiling gently at the waitress, a cute young girl
i wonder, seeing this man, how this girl's life will be
What joys and terrors will this young girl see?
Time for home and off to bed, we shake hands and depart
i go home with sad thoughts and a heavy heart
And begin tomorrow with fear and hope
That i'll not come so sadly to the end of my rope
11/14/2005 8:31 pm
That was a very deep and moving poem. I do hope that your life is more upbeat, happy and fullfilled.|
11/14/2005 10:18 pm
Sounds like you're describing me as the old man in that poem.
Good work...as always