A frail old man
Sat in the corner alone
A quiet poet
Waiting to go home
The coffee house
Hosted his book signing event
People came
People went
His book of verse
For all to see
Sat on the table
For anyone to read
The poet waited to give his pitch
For someone to give his book a try
No sales today
Just passers by
Just had to stop by and read this one again; there is something so drawing about it for me; perhaps a melancholy, or it's rawness, or it's realness... something, very, very good, and beautiful.
This is really sweet and sad. So many talents out there anticipating their moment, their big break.. A time when hope is all they've got to go on
There's a deep and sentimental pathos lingering in these moving words; and it makes me love this poem in the way I love the season of fall. Good one Lawerence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems like every couple years I find myself mysteriously drawn back to this one particular poem. There is just something in these words that moves my spirit; can't quite put my finger on it, rather like putting an ear to the rail and feeling but not yet seeing the big train a coming. It moves...it moves...