Not Alone
I see him walking awkwardly
With faltering baby steps
A wizened shadowy figure
A man over eighty with an arching body
Carrying the carcasses of lost aspirations
He has seen thousands of auburn sunsets
Now timorously inching his way
Friendless, solitary and deserted
May be towards his final sunset,
Beyond which is utter darkness!
I see in him my aged father
A fellow pilgrim heading to a common destination
God speaks to me through his eyes
He has opened the door for me to a living light
I value him so much that I want
To make him feel loved and cared
Before the night darkens and he stumbles and falls
Let me hold his hand for a while
Be with him for some time
To brighten his world for a fleeting moment
Before he falls down dead
Before I am too weary to care
As I suture his wounds and apply a little balm
Over the scalding burns of his mind
If he feels, he is not alone, but with company
Oh sure, my heart will quiver
As an opening blossom of joy!
Jan.9.2023
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Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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