Monday, August 29, 2005
From my Park Bench
I sit in the park watching the world pass by.
Children's laughter permeates the air
as they play tag.
Balloons matching
irises, tulips, polyanthas, daffodils.
I used to be part of this crowd
I sit on my bench
mumble speeches to a countless audience
inside the theater of my mind
or lecture teen-age kids
who listen intently to every word
in the halls of my imagination
I see a couple kiss
their heads move from side to side
as if trying to find the right spot
where their lips are sweetest.
People stroll at a leisurely pace
others rush to get to their destination.
I used to be part of this crowd
I should have seen the signs.
When all my friends in the office
had been replaced by a younger set,
I knew. But I was left to my own fearful foreboding.
Today, I have just to content myself
sitting on my bench
for the park is such a happy place.
But it can be lonely, too, on a rainy day
and all I have left in my heart is rain.
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Children's laughter permeates the air
as they play tag.
Balloons matching
irises, tulips, polyanthas, daffodils.
I sit on my bench
mumble speeches to a countless audience
inside the theater of my mind
or lecture teen-age kids
who listen intently to every word
in the halls of my imagination
I see a couple kiss
their heads move from side to side
as if trying to find the right spot
where their lips are sweetest.
People stroll at a leisurely pace
others rush to get to their destination.
I should have seen the signs.
When all my friends in the office
had been replaced by a younger set,
I knew. But I was left to my own fearful foreboding.
Today, I have just to content myself
sitting on my bench
for the park is such a happy place.
But it can be lonely, too, on a rainy day
and all I have left in my heart is rain.
Comments:
Transience I'm glad you liked this one. When one gets to my age, one begins to wonder what it would be like when the hustle and bustle of having to earn a living is over. Thanks for your generous comment.
Very nice, Tito. I find this really introspective. I've been wanting to write another one for a long time now.
There's a lot of steps I have to retrace to bring myself back to where I can write again.
There's a lot of steps I have to retrace to bring myself back to where I can write again.
Jet Thanks. Mabuti naman at nagustuhan mo. my only regret these days is that I don't have time to write poetry that much anymore. Sayang, I'm beginning to learn na e. Oh well...
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