JUST A LONELY, OLD MAN
Maniac, crazy is the name given to him by a town,
This man with a long beard of gray, coat, and cane.
His house is said to be haunted, dark all around,
Weathered with cobwebs, many creeks, the only sound.
Just a lonely, old man whom at times may cry in the night,
Bitter from a loss, on his own hiding in his home.
Misunderstood, judged as he looks, his own heart and fears,
Just a lonely, old man with a lifetime within himself.
Keith Garrett
I love how visceral, direct and economical your words are! I wish I could write like you! Thank you for stopping by my blog and appreciating my poetry!
It’s just a way of thinking about it. thanks for reading.