Su Ben Poet Free verse

An Old Man's Soliloquy

When you are watching the surging water
rushing to a breakwater by Lake Michigan
under the dusk gathering reddened sky,
and the water flies in the air for a moment
to form the spray and hits the lake’s surface,  
it returns to the depth of the water where it came from 

then, the passing time that is drifting on the water
pushed by the heartless surges turns its back to see
the trails left behind, the life somewhat lacking something,  

and as time swells to yearn for its past
the oncoming time draws nearer to swallow the past 
with the waves of oblivion 

and when past time sinks into the water
you’ll hear the singing dirge followed by 
a procession of wordless spirits and the blindfolded future
carried on a funeral bier. 

While watching the sunset glow	
I was thinking with a thousand thoughts crowded in my mind   

and to my surprise, with my waning shadow
I can still recognize myself through my eyes.

Although I was always victimized because I am 
such an insignificant being to others’ eyes. How should 
I accept the fact that I am still allowed to face the days.

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