'Amazeing Grace' - Poem by Poison 9901
I watched you there, alone in the park.
As you appeared everyday, many times before dark
Talking to the pigeons, and some imaginary friends
You’d sit all alone for hours on end.
You’d talk to each and everyone, for them you all had named.
It never really mattered to you; you loved them just the same.
You’d discuss with them the day’s events, and ask them how they were,
Yesterday had came and gone, and today was but a blur.
I never really knew you, or where it was that you came from,
Everyone one I asked replied, you were simply “just another bum”
Somehow I felt you were more than that, more than a vagabond,
Not just another outcast, not just someone we looked down upon.
I sat in the park that next day, awaiting you return,
In hopes of discovering more about you, your trust I hoped to earn.
I watched as you approached the bench, for years where you had sat,
The carts wheels announced your presence, as one of them was flat.
You were shorter than I had recalled, such a small and fragile frame,
Your back was slightly arched; osteoporosis had staked its claim.
Your shoes were worn and tattered, and why was I not surprised?
Your clothes you wore in layers, each one a larger size.
Gloves that grace your tiny hands, couldn’t hide the years of wear,
As you dug around in your cart, for a treasure buried somewhere.
Your hair was a light gray, with a slight yellowish tint,
You reached inside your pockets, and disposed of unfound lint.
I know I have it somewhere, as I heard you softly say.
It must be here somewhere, as you dug thru your cache.
A smile adorned your face, like a pirate finding treasure,
You hide it in your safe place, tucked safely away for good measure.
The napkin you unfolded possessed a single piece of bread,
As you slowly walked to the bench, not another word was said.
I watched in silent awe as the pigeons gathered round,
You’d softly speak their names, as one by one they touched down.
Slowly you would tear the bread, as if measuring every piece.
Making sure that each was the same before its final release,
A sparkle filled your eyes with every piece that hit the ground,
Each pigeon bowing before you, as if you wore a crown
Tear drops slowly filled your eyes, as you began to speak to him.
And of how being here without you, most times were looking grim,
You told him not to worry; you’d make it thru it all somehow,
And that you still loved him, still remembering each and every vow.
You dried your eyes with the napkin, and placed it in your coat.
As tears welled in my eyes, a lump rose in my throat.
You gathered your possessions, and bid adieu to each of your guest.
You thanked them all for coming, and god, for granting your request.
I watched you as you made your way down the path from which you came,
Slowly fading from my sight, I still didn’t know your name.
The question was not unanswered; it was plain as it could be,
For there it was upon the seat, forever etched in time, for all to see.
“I will love you now and forever”, these words I carve for thee,
For this is truly heaven, on this day you said you’d marry me.
“Together we will always be, as long as one is in this place”
“I swear my love forever, ” to you, my darling Grace
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