Comments about Barry Keavney
The Old Man
An old gentleman popped in to see me today, an told me the story of his wife being dead.
At first I rejected what he wanted to say, but soon found his tale was consuming my head.
Five years it had been,
Since he had last seen,
The love of his life
The face of his wife
His childhood sweetheart,
Never to part.
At this point, I started to become somewhat interested.
Because in his belief, in his life, in his memories was invested; with shadows and moments, and pauses in time, with some of the shadows spent mostly time crying.
He tried to address it with a ...