Odd Limerick 2
Each day on my busy way
I pass by this old man who stays
By this walkway bench resting
Curious eyes gaze sight-seeing
He finds meaning here his way
Busy feet zigzag this walkway
With little time to stray or play
The old man styles a grin
Wanders in thoughts in-between
Slips into another day.
Leon Enriquez
23 April 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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