Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 9:30:25 GMT -5
The man
He walks across
The dirty grey sidewalk
The children
Playwitharedball
They stop to look
At the man
“He is as slow
As a snail,”
They say
The man hears not
He just continues
His Slow Journey
He passes by
The bakery
As the people
Watch him
They whisper
To each other
As he shuffles slowly along
The sky fills
Withgreyclouds
As the sun
Iswhiskedaway
The rain
Falls
Down
On
To
Slow man…
And he
Welcomes
The drops
Hesoonfades
From the memories
Of the people…
[ The style of this was inspired by a poem I read a few years ago...
I think it was called "Balloon Man"? I honestly don't remember. ]
Originally written 12/2/15
He walks across
The dirty grey sidewalk
The children
Playwitharedball
They stop to look
At the man
“He is as slow
As a snail,”
They say
The man hears not
He just continues
His Slow Journey
He passes by
The bakery
As the people
Watch him
They whisper
To each other
As he shuffles slowly along
The sky fills
Withgreyclouds
As the sun
Iswhiskedaway
The rain
Falls
Down
On
To
Slow man…
And he
Welcomes
The drops
Hesoonfades
From the memories
Of the people…
[ The style of this was inspired by a poem I read a few years ago...
I think it was called "Balloon Man"? I honestly don't remember. ]
Originally written 12/2/15