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The final walks

Poetry By: Kadi
Poetry


Never let your perception be the only ruler of your mind!


Submitted:Jan 8, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Destroyed and depleted, devoid and warped,
but he still walks with a purpose. I see no interest in him,
for he has nothing interesting to say,
but he still smiles at me with grace.
Possibly needs a friend for he is old and lonely,
but I have no time to waste on common folks.
No time to give him, I have no time for the old man.
The bus pulled up and sitting on the bench waiting was an old man,
he was not the same old man I saw before
but he likely had the same regurgitating dispensible old life.
So I have no time for the old man.
When again, I was waiting for the bus to arrive,
only this time I was alone. I was alone!




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