Phyllis Babcock Poet I do not know?

Old Man

See the old man sitting on the bench
Looking thru the wired fence
He sits there every day
Watching the children come and play
Once he was young and strong
Once with these children he did belong
Now all gnarled  old with years
He watches thru his tears
Oh how they can jump and run
How they play in the hot sun
He just sits on the bench and stares
At his worn out body and white grey hairs
Sitting there day after day
Watching the children come and play
Puts a smile on his old face
Wishing he could be in their place

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Muhammad Safa Thajudeen December 6, 2014 at 7:30 PM Inviting waiting memories back your poem dear poet Phyllis.Thanks for sharing.Regards. -Safa

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire March 1, 2013 at 1:41 PM Dear Phyllis, You haven't been peeking into my life have YOU. I sometimes sit out in my patio porch looking over the town below thinking I used to feel the joys of Youth as they do. I'm going to put this in my Favorites. I'm off to Harry Horsman's POEMS now see YOU next week LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry Phyllis Babcock March 2, 2013 at 4:46 PM I have such a soft heart for folks who have lost the ability to move around themselves. I help two ladies who cannot drive any longer and have health issues. I hope the time on the porch is full of happy thoughts. Thank you for making it one of your fav. love phyl

Andrea Dietrich October 18, 2010 at 7:22 PM This is so sweet and sad at the same time, Phyllis. Thanks so much for reading my poems today and supporting my blog. Joe is on his way home and I expect him walking in at any moment, so I will read a lot more of your poetry tomorrow. SEems I just can't find the time I used to find to get to my comments and read newer poems of all the poets. LUv, Andrea

Andrea Dietrich October 18, 2010 at 7:22 PM PS I enjoyed your story about home ec. The cooking was so fun, but I too hated the sewing. How people can like it, I just don't know!!