Old Man

November 17, 2011
Old man-
You sit there
Al day.
You have nothing
Else to do.
I find you quite sad.
Because you know
Nobody
But the pigeons
For your company.
Where is your wife?
Who are your children?
Don't answer,
It'll only make this
Poem
A tregedy
Rather than a lametable ode.
So, don't answer
solitary soul.
Just feed your
Little vestiges of life,
While I sit here wanting to
Cry for you-
Old man.





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