MAN ON A CORNER
Watching the sun go down, his stare seemed beyond the sky,
A child so young, from this corner he saw them light up in the night,
Run with your friends as the sun rises in the early morning light.
I have seen a man on a corner since my days of chasing butterflies,
Where is it that he goes, what thoughts clutter his mind on many days.
He begins back in time when he too watched a man on a corner,
Playing many childish games, we ran until the sun set in the sky,
Today as the children play it is I who becomes a man on a corner.
Keith Garrett
Hi Keith, I wanted to say how much I am enjoying your poetry in general. This poem resonated with me, I love its symmetry. Best regards Carolyn ❤👩🦰❤🦊❤
Thanks so much for reading, Carolyn.
On Fri, Jul 10, 2020 at 12:37 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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