At Church Square He Stands Poem by Gert Strydom

At Church Square He Stands



At church square he stands just in front of the steps
and the statue of old uncle Paul
with a guitar in his hand
in a torn dirty jean
and the wind flutters the old washed-out shirt
of the curly head blonde singer
and he looks dumbfounded.

He notices people walking past
to offices, busses and cars
(and some of them are chatting)
and only a few does notice him,
leave silver
and even a bank note in his hat.

In his memories he goes back
to a time with food in the house
and his mother and father that did love each other,
to a time when life was still simple and free
and his eyes catch a bolt of lightning
that flashes blue-white in an open sky
and he wonders if it is later going to rain
while he plays and sings a sad song.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allotey Abossey 08 June 2015

this's beautiful. nicely put.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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