old man walking on the street,
step by step a tired treat.
he knows where he's going but
not why and from the edges of an eye,
sees the boats and cigarettes
floating in the water.
his grey hands feel so used
dusty veins bulging, purple and bruised.
he feels young
he feels so very young.
plants being planted,
recalling the rants that he once ranted.
wished for wisdom to be granted
all for his daughter.
now long departed.
then he leaves this mournful place.
the ghost of a smile on his face.
remembering the laughter they used to share.
he takes another breath of air.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
old man walking on the street,
step by step a tired treat.
he knows where he's going but
not why and from the edges of an eye,
sees the boats and cigarettes
floating in the water.
his grey hands feel so used
dusty veins bulging, purple and bruised.
he feels young
he feels so very young.
plants being planted,
recalling the rants that he once ranted.
wished for wisdom to be granted
all for his daughter.
now long departed.
then he leaves this mournful place.
the ghost of a smile on his face.
remembering the laughter they used to share.
he takes another breath of air.
