Best Sorryold Poems
The beggar in my street
The subject of my hate
An eyesore I felt he was
The old man with his plate
Sunshine or rains, chill or heat
Never had I pity for his fate
Yet he had that toothy grin
The old man with his plate
Mosquitoes crowned his head
Flies and insects were his mates
He shared his food with the dogs
The old man with his plate
He blessed one and all
Many pitied his state
Wrinkles ran all over his face
The old man with his plate
The crowd gathered one day
Around the subject of my hate
The old man was no more
Remained only the empty plate
He was a beggar indeed
But never stole other's plate
Felt I missed him
Put a coin in his empty plate
Life moves like a river
Stops and starts at every gate
Life moves on, so did
The old man with his plate
... Suresh M Iyer
Oh I'm sorry Mr C but could you turn on the T'V
I've given up, I've faded away
And you, well you refuse stay
We are strangers, on the side walk
Walking hand in hand because we promised
we could do this together
That we would face this world together
but you've given up, you've faded away
and I have promise that I'll stay
I always do what I say
That is just my way
I'm sorry, dear old stranger, along the side walk, with the litter at my feet
I think it's time that we came to an end
We had a good old running, but I think we've run it out
soon you'll forget that I even exist
memories will go long after my eyes have dried
the interpretation will ring when you hear my name again
but you will feel nothing and I will feel the same
We have moved on, we let go
isn't funny how only time can heal