In The Park I See Him Sit - Poem by Gert Strydom
In the park I see him sit,
an old man half bedraggled
with a candle in a bottle
where it does burn in the cup of his hand
and it looks as if that moment
has something holy in it
where he is reading from an old broken Bible
do fold his old hands in prayer.
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