Leon Enriquez Poet Quatrain

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

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Arlene Smith June 24, 2014 at 7:31 PM I love this, Leon.. How we ignore the elderly who have so much wisdoms to lend.. Hugs.. Arlene Leon Enriquez June 25, 2014 at 4:46 PM Dear Arlene: Thanks. Old age comes to us abruptly with sudden realization that we have now joined an exclusive non-club that acquires members by default. Suddenly, we become a new breed with strange dialects like forgetfulness, and with a strange habit of asking the same questions so many times that our younger generation find somewhat irritating! Add to this phenomenon other strange quirks that make gerontia a new species. Ha-ha-ha. They love our wisdom but hate our audacity. That's that. My best, Leon

Dr.Ram Mehta June 9, 2014 at 5:54 AM I felt while reading as if you known the old timers like me, Leon Leon Enriquez June 9, 2014 at 10:04 AM Dear Dr Ram: I think it's be coz I feel like an old timer myself. Yeah, it's quite a different world than the one I grew up in. Those times were much harder then. Thank you for the feedback. Leon