Known As Nothing...
he has a torn jacket
and a cane that steadies his walk
he doesn’t have much to say
and no one listens when he talks
shamefully seeking the right woman
throughout his life
a woman he found once in a while
but never a wife
nobody knows him
even around his small town
he always sits by the window
as the rain comes down
never being quoted
or saying something worth hearing
and often as he dreams
his eyes start tearing
he just sits quietly
in his wooden home
along with his days
all the forest has grown
no one wants his advice
after all these years
and through his doorway
no one ever appears
“That’s a very sad thing to be nothing”
another old man once said
along with waking up in the morning
alone in your bed
only the sun, moon
and the stars are his friends
and alone he walks into
the darkness at his end
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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