They'Re Out There
They’re out there
in their walkers
timeless stalkers
shuffling along
uncharted seas,
smiling at the
commonplace,
frowning
at the wind.
Grey clouds
of drifting age
content to meet
old shadows
holding court
on park bench seat,
practicing
the principles of peace.
gazing at a future
now in reach.
Do a little
shuffle dance,
kick a stone,
blow a kiss
to memory
and walk alone,
know the joy
of aging’s antics
because
it’s either
this
or
ceramics.
John G. Lawless
11/17/2015
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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