I see your shadow
As it flickers
Along the length
Of a wooden fence
The sound of
The walking stick
Hits concrete hard
Within its self.
A newspaper
Tucked underarm
Hair uncombed
A message sent
You are alone
In twilight years
Merely existing
Years now spent.
A lean to the left
Upon your shuffled step
Eyes that stare ahead
In solitude is kept
Within a morning
Thoughts kept at bay
An old man lost within
Years that slipped away.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. He grew old waitinf for that bus?! lol.
alone at the bus stop, he was a schoolboy when he waited for no 7 lol
Maybe it is because I can identify with this poem or maybe it is its rhyme and meter but it is a fave
most kind, thanking you always appreciated
You are most welcome
Well written.Your poem explores the themes of aging, solitude, and the passage of time. It reflects on the life of an elderly man who experiences the weight of his years and the isolation that often accompanies the twilight of life.
thanking you always appreciated
Norman, I’ve seen moments like this before…those quiet glimpses of someone just moving through the day, carrying years you can’t fully see. There’s something about that kind of solitude that sticks with you. You captured that feeling honestly. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, thanking you and much appreciated my friend
They do slip away, and ever so gradually as well🙏🏻🕊️
thanks for reading much appreciated
Most welcome, dear Norman 🙏🕊️
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