Gossip Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A man walked by, just him alone,
No sound, no fuss, a quiet tone.
He seemed so calm, so very still,
But loneliness, a little chill.

Folks hurried past, heads turned away,
Some paused, with things they longed to say.
A question hung, a silent plea,
'The wife, where could she be? '

But silence deep, is not always weak,
A strength unseen, it starts to speak.
Though eyes may stare, and whispers rise,
He stands up straight, beneath the skies.

Life isn't just a hand to hold,
It's strength within, when stories unfold.
Alone he stands, yet strong and tall,
He conquers everything and all.

One moment seen, a story starts,
Of broken dreams and heavy hearts.
Is he truly lonely, as it seems?
Or facing storms, and silent screams?

T.M.Solvang