Tim Riding Poet Free verse

In Passing

In Passing 
	
            	Below, old age and loneliness,
		One slow step at a time,
		Makes her way home.
		Gnarled held shopping,
		Frail and thin,
		Not seeing those who bustle past
		Who, likewise, look right through
		Themselves in times to come.
		A fading shadow echoes every move,
		Anchored to her care worn shoes
		That may have walked this way
		A thousand times before
		Alone.
		Past riven flags,
		Muted ochre's all,
		Crazed and cracked with weathered joints.
		Her face, reflected up from windows past
		Belie a youth she carries still
		That none can feel, 
		Or see,
		Or ever know.

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Old Buck December 11, 2020 at 1:59 PM I'm glad I didn't read this one first. Now you've made an old man cry. You've captured in a few words the spirit that dwells in the hearts and minds of elders I know. Thank you for sharing this with all the soup to read. oldbuck Tim Riding December 11, 2020 at 3:06 PM Wrote it looking out of a coffee shop....made me sad as it is on it's way for me...Tim