Old Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about an old man

Submitted: February 05, 2010

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Submitted: February 05, 2010

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A thin, tall, old man at the front of the bus
Gaunt with fatigue of long life
Gauntness made transparent with brightness
A clear appreciation to the perfect afternoon through the glass
Whistling the prettiest Ode to somebody
A memorable little song, layered with heart and soul
Bitter sweet, Mournful yet accepting
Understanding somehow of where we were going and what really mattered to him in this world
Why weep when you can whistle a tender thought into any broken spirit close enough to listen

A little weary old lady got on the bus
Little two wheeled tartan shopping trolley in hand
Bound for the supermarket
The two began talking of life
"Theres no escaping the big man upstairs" he said with fatale
"Nobody can live forever"
There was a wise, accepting, subtle, christian overtone in his voice
His gentle tone struck me, wise, rich with poetry and sentimentality
All he wanted was peace
I felt that we all owe him that
He'd clearly known everything else in this world

The bus pulls up
He stands up swift, tall with head held high
And with a folksy little "Thankin' you" to the driver off he bounded
Into history, gone
With a spring in his long legs and a secret little smile in his long life, as a sparrow would hop on windowsill
A special little smile to let the day know he was grateful for its clarity and its air, rich and illuminating
And with a sprightly step, reminiscent of a young man, and I'm sure a deep breath to fill his lungs with life's sweet nectarous oxygen
And off he sprung, down brigade, and into memory


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