Embarrassed
In times I hear me:
"Hey Nassy! "
I listen carefully:
"Enough of blabber…"
Surprised, mesmerised
I become piece of rock
Open eye in my mind:
"Act wiser, keep silent…"
Fog, steam, are questions
Rise and whirl, fade away
Find no time to answer!
Feel seeing the dawn's dark
An old man on his bike
Level with earth and land
More than being horizontal.
He pedals…goes forward.
In my head comes whisper:
"Look at him and his will
Never say you kept well! "
I close mouth and then:
"I swear…will shut up! "
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