A Voice In The Wilderness
Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation upon the wane, a link within
the prejudicial chain of forfeited souls.
One’s transitions ablaze in the haze, an index
to summarize each hiatus gaze, grappling to come
to terms with this enforced deed of human kindness.
Guided by caring hands, assembled around the room
each demising chair, filled tidily with expressions
of doom and gloom, here where silence specifies
many words, and lifelong sentiment never heard. Yet
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth —
worth listening to if allowed to speak!
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Entered into Pick a Line any Line contest
Sponsor Richard Lamoureux
His Line 'Worth listening to if allowed to speak' From Broken Promise.
My Line 'I see an old man in remembrance of his youth' from, Night watchman
This poem Written 7/10/2019
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2019