Unseen - Poem by Oskar Hansen
I`m the old man walking his dog passed your shop.
People see me and they don`t I'm a part of the street scene.
For you, I pause outside to see you looking into the big mirror
adjusting your hair.
You dally a bit, hope someone will come fill your time,
lives alone, no one needs you at home.
Finally, you switch off the light, except the one at
your window display.
You walk passed me see me not, cause I`m
the old man out walking his dog.
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