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The constant onlooker
I know an old man who lives down the lane
With a wrinkled, old face and a thin, wooden cane
From time to another, will waver an inch
But never is he known to rise from his bench
His face a still surface and a window for his eye
Content to be the witness of the world gliding by
As it croons its happy-sad, slow melody to him
A mind gently swaying to the never-ending rhythm
The fellow sits there all the morning to watch the dawn of day
Our sun is climbing through its realm to find its daily stay
Dabbed, the old man’s feet, by diamond drops of dew
On the face of all around the lane is brushed a brighter hue
Creatures, every breed, deliver their new-day song
A happy heart frolics with them all along
Persons stir from in their homes; call down the lane to say
“Good morning!’ to the one who always sees the dawn of day
He sits there all the afternoon to watch the noontime of day
Colors flit ‘round and ‘round to brightly lead the eyes astray
A hand of warmth envelops him throughout the lengthy hours
He sups the sun with budding leaves and blooming flowers
Blithe butterflies flutter; the aged trees creak and sway
A smile in the air when the children come to play
Majestic clouds bow low to him, only to swirl away
Bow low to the one who always sees the heart of day
He sits there all the evening to watch the close of day
Through windows of homes, to glimpse the folks that pray
But darkness crawls across the sky, keeps the light at bay
Lonely silence lingers when Day’s last sparks die away
Save a twinkle from dark depths; the stars have come to stay!
Light, darkness, silence, sound- skipping hand in hand
Beautifully joyous in the dusk-to-dawn band
A worn face in the shadows observes the array
The face of the one who always sees the close of day
Everyday
And feels Spring’s lively cheers
And Winter wielding chilly tears
And Summer with its golden grin
And Autumn with its crispy skin
The world so heartily embraced
By the wrinkled, old man
Who sits on a bench
And lives down the lane
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Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are a gifted writer. I enjoyed each word of your work thoroughly.
Haha, you hvae such a quiet sense of humor. You remind me of one of my friends. Oh, and thanks :)
Think you could publish a book of poetry? I would buy it.
Favorited :)
The flow is elegant, and the rhymes are so un-stiff. Lucky. I love your work, and I'm sure you will go to great heights.
Shame on Teenink for not publishing any of your work.
Simply a deep appreciation for life and all which it entails. Satisfaction in merely bearing witness to all of its captivations. So smoothly delivered and so harmonically sounded.
I love the concept of the old man, by the way. The hint of clever as motif in each of your poems.
My mind is in melody. Thank you.
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