Looking out of a window i saw him
actually, i saw only a glimpse of him
in somewhat of a mirror-like reflection
Wearing a faded black baseball cap
steamed up glasses, a brown coat
and a pair of rundown shoes
Slouching the street through the drizzle
his head between his shoulders
heading for the first known door
Suddenly he stopped and turned his head
it felt like he looked straight at me
I warn you: watch out for that fat beardy guy
(with glasses)
"Fat beardy guy (with glasses) " © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing thought provoking and reflective poem you have wisely shared.10