From a distance
I see him bent stubbornly
Mad against the day
In resentful motion his
Weary time stained aura
Keeping up like a reluctant shadow
Wanting to rest yet
Stepping over the waiting earth
Shuffling
To a less important destination
Called by softer voices now
Compassionate
Yet unheard
Through echo's
Of his pain
understand that destination too well... you paint a good picture.
Full of emotion, its very beautiful in its space, a little part and the big picture. I so enjoy reading your poems Simon and I feel your every word. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Written with passion. Reminds me of my departed uncle whom I loved so much. May this poem be a blessing to many.