Just Saying
He wears a face,
An obvious gaze;
A touch of grace,
In weathered maze.
By walkway bench,
A lonely man;
Private thoughts clench,
Eyes seek and scan.
Strangers go by,
Yet he just sits;
Such private sighs,
Face hides fond wit.
The world goes round,
The old man waits;
Here terra grounds,
A certain fate.
And as I pass,
An abrupt smile;
A looking glass,
A telling style
Alone each day,
The old man stays;
Thoughts pave the way.
Yet magic stays.
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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