Hidden behind
Dark glasses
And a plastic smile
I watch the world
Go by.
Ladies strolling,
Weighing up
The summer fashion
In Max Mara’s
Window.
A couple in their thirties,
One laughing and joking
On the mobile
The other looking around
Bored.
Old lady
In a large black hat.
Must be a tourist.
Yes, there’s the essential guide
Tucked under her arm.
Five men
Emptying a truck
Stop to holler
At the scantily clad girls
Sauntering by.
Someone is watching me.
I feel it.
Two beady amber eyes
Peering straight at me
From the chair opposite.
What do you see Mr. Pigeon?
A fat old woman
With broken dreams?
Or the spirited young girl
Who still lives within?
In answer
He jumps
To the next table
And pecks
At more exciting crumbs.
And I am
Invisible again
Watching
The world
Go by.
a lovely poem yet i lover looking to this maddened world, well penned, as i mark 10+, thanks for sharing
You've a grand talent for expressing the deapth of feelings that we who are ageing contend with on a daily basis. Great writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What do you see Mr. Pigeon? A fat old woman With broken dreams? Or the spirited young girl Who still lives within? - - - - > very very vivid poem with a heart beating inside