just a gal who likes a lot of things a person twice her age enjoys doing. a gal who wants to see from a bird's perspective and live in the wild. just a lady with some things to say/share every blue moon.
The Old Neighbor Man
You are old, gray probably lost
But how could I know about that?
I have my own two legs to carry me along
You are cold it seems and
Covering yourself in the daily news
That stuff won’t keep you warm
And who left you alone?
In that house with your brittle bones
I’ll bet half of them are ready to bolt
Everyday your gaze the same
Into the street, but not looking
Afraid of lost time, or afraid of remembering
That street your children played along
The one you often walked upon
For heaven’s sakes, do you even know the date? Your age? The time?
I pity you, I’m ashamed to say
Maybe for your lost mind
Or the thoughts you fail to explain
But I can feel it too
That every moment to the next
You are the luckiest
This loss is your awakening
