| |
About This Poem
Poem 1653 - Old Man In The Park
In a shell of pressed paper, an old man sleeps.
His thin body trembles, from his real dream.
Woe and mercy let loose in time!
Fable.
A table.
Outside!
Gray hair and dark teeth.
Smiles, to sad to weep.
Swollen feet!
In a shell of pressed paper, an old man sleeps.
His thin body trembles, from his real dream.
|