A frail old man
Sat in the corner alone
A quiet poet
Waiting to go home
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Just had to stop by and read this one again; there is something so drawing about it for me; perhaps a melancholy, or it's rawness, or it's realness... something, very, very good, and beautiful.
This is really sweet and sad. So many talents out there anticipating their moment, their big break.. A time when hope is all they've got to go on
There's a deep and sentimental pathos lingering in these moving words; and it makes me love this poem in the way I love the season of fall. Good one Lawerence.
Seems like every couple years I find myself mysteriously drawn back to this one particular poem. There is just something in these words that moves my spirit; can't quite put my finger on it, rather like putting an ear to the rail and feeling but not yet seeing the big train a coming. It moves...it moves...