Poem 1653 - Old Man In The Park

Written by: Karen van Wyk

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.