Known Stranger
In the park, that day, it rained,
pungent grass filled the air,
finding dry bench was a wrench,
wet and empty they drew no fare
Assuming presence on dry seat
was a man, tired, taut and bent,
well clad was he and prim as can be
wearing garb of a familiar scent
Nonchalant, I sped my pace.
curiosity became my lure,
when turning head to bid 'hello,'
the stranger was no more
Lucky was I to find this bench
to rest weary feet, when oddly
returned, this stranger did say,
'It's time that we should meet
I know you well from crib to man,
e'en through your marriage vows,
and so I ask with hope in mind,
can you see me now?
Carefully listen, I beg of you, my
path is the same you trod,
alas, when destiny decided so,
in loneliness, I too plod
Where I sit, the seat is unseen,
I oft watch the world stroll by,
no one can see the one that is me,
only you, fate cannot belie.'
By now, I knew why tears did fall,
and truth did light the dawn,
I turned to thank my friend anew,
once more, the man was gone
Drawn, I was, to an after rain puddle,
not my image in that mirror did linger,
there again, with nod and wink
smiled back my own known stranger
Copyright © Lou Schreiberg | Year Posted 2010
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