We Could Have Rescued Him On Film Poem by chris schwartz

We Could Have Rescued Him On Film



Old man walks
Into the grocery store
Keeps his bottle
In his pocket
As if I didn't know.
Pays with his pennies
Tosses them onto
The lottery glass
He don't see nothing
That's in front of him
But he sure can see
The past.

He walks away trembling
Can't save himself
And I can't save him
My heart cries out
Cause I see so much
Of myself
In his troubled past
In his tangled up mess.
We could
Rescue him
On film.

The lies of the stranger
Hell, they've brought
Him to his knees
Doesn't aim for forgiveness
Or applause from the crowd
He has to please
He just wants to be normal
To rest beneath
His wretched mile
But most of them
Don't see it
He's been trying
All the while.

He walks away trembling
Can't save himself
And we can't save him.
Our hearts cry out
Cause we see too much
Of ourselves
In our troubled past.
But we could rescue him
On film.

Inside each of us
Is a side that
Never made it
Yet we go to the same
Damned destiny
Past the dreams
That we created.
Worlds collide
Not yet rectified
On what we have
Longed for
And anticipated.
The still of the late hour
Carries it's soft dark wind
Past the fear
Of our solemn
Closed eyes
Leaving you on earth
Here to save it.

He floats away
Drifting
He glides away free
Nothing to fear now
He leaves you
And me.
The things he was trying
To tell you and me
He's left his message
In the stairway of passage
Between you
And eternity.
But we could have rescued him
On film.

Monday, October 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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