Old Timer
Day follows night here and night swallows day;
Yet day after day, I see your frail form;
Solemn sanguine style watching the world play;
Only your dialect stays to etch your own norm.
You and your shadow sit in sharp contrast;
In silence I note your lonely stirrings;
Cold stone bench meadow seems your vantage thrust;
Alone and remote your piquant watching.
People pass you by like a piece of glass;
Transparent you sit with your distant gaze;
Old timer you sigh as people now pass;
I wonder what wit fashions your sure daze.
Day after day I spy solitary:
No one but lonely yet distant shadows;
You waltz beyond highs as swift seasons flee;
Yes your time seems free for dreamy hollow.
As I pass you by, I observe your gaze;
You watch and you wait upon happenings;
No smile to latch sigh despite the grey haze;
There seems no plain gate to your ponderings.
Strange wonder highlights your solemn routines;
A lonely shadow, you walk unafraid;
Secure in your sights a grim festering;
Sanguine and mellow, watcher on parade.
Me and my shadow, we breeze and we glide;
I pass you each day with questions that ply;
Wonder can mellow as I juggle tides;
Buy wares and delay the notions that cry.
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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