Old Man Waiting Poem by Barry Middleton
Old Man Waiting
Death is patient waiting
for this old man
who wanders in the park.
He makes a vain attempt
to spark awareness
of the motive
that brought him here.
He cannot move his mind,
but vaguely knows
it has to do with spring
and laughter.
He has confused
the flowers by the path
with girls in rowboats
smiling at their lovers.
He shakes his head,
and only for a moment
his eyes return to youth.
He passes by a couple
on a bench,
and tips his hat
to say the day is good.
Old age is so beautifully depicted here. Memories make up a huge part of an old man's life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 9:57:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's funny how your poems are about men but the sentiments are man/woman, particularly as we age. In this one, it's wonderful how you show what seeing really is- not necessarily what's in front of our faces and has a name, not a Webster's Dictionary denotative exactness, but a connotative olio of experiences, emotions, remembrances.