**Seeing the man for nearly twenty years
In his eternal Spring of joblessness**
Man, wife, a son
A one storied house
Market and home
The only places I have seen him tread
And on the roof
Any time of day
He’s there
Staring around
Sky gazing
I envy him
His length and space
Stealing my Saturday dusk
Sunday dawn
Weekday moon
I envy him
For so much time
If I had
Would have spun endless rhyme
But then ceasing remorse
That like him
Much time isn’t mine
I think
*Stuffed with so much seen
Heard
Observed
The bard in me
In free time’s delirious wine
Wouldn’t have budged a line!*
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
**Seeing the man for nearly twenty years
In his eternal Spring of joblessness**
Man, wife, a son
A one storied house
Market and home
The only places I have seen him tread
And on the roof
Any time of day
He’s there
Staring around
Sky gazing
I envy him
His length and space
Stealing my Saturday dusk
Sunday dawn
Weekday moon
I envy him
For so much time
If I had
Would have spun endless rhyme
But then ceasing remorse
That like him
Much time isn’t mine
I think
*Stuffed with so much seen
Heard
Observed
The bard in me
In free time’s delirious wine
Wouldn’t have budged a line!*
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