Bob Gibson

Rookie (25 April 1946 / Billingham County Durham)

Found - Poem by Bob Gibson

Cold, alone and in the dark
Sits an old man in the park
He drifts off to his lonely home
Rejected, and frozen to the bone

On the bridge, ready to jump
He grabs a young man by the rump
Let me take your place instead
I think its my time to be dead!

The young man looked into his eyes
There was something about this old mans guise
What's your name young man he said?
The words he heard were full of dread

The old man looked him in the eyes,
Taken by complete surprise
My son! i don't want you to come to harm
They walked from that bridge arm in arm

Many years since that cold dark night
A father and son, they saw the light
They shared there problems and there fears
And stayed together throughout the years

On the bridge, they sit and share
A father and son who've learnt to care

Comments about Found by Bob Gibson

  • (4/13/2008 2:03:00 PM)

    Light and airy on the surface underpinned with dark deeds and hidden meaning. Spot on Bob. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 19, 2008

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