The Old Man At The Curbside Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Old Man At The Curbside

Maybe I am an encountered fool when years and countless days,

Robbed me richness of limbs and functions,
Odds and pieces strewn across my lawn,

Lifts and weights,
Seasons left traces from my journeys,

Chains wreaked havocs,
and dispossesions of vigours,

Countless faces, I am seeing these wrinkles inside my world my romance has never ended,

Countless dreams forsaken,
the trusts of women and companionship,

Why I am still infantasizing,
breasts and tortuous affections,

They have been involved,
they will still breathing belong to me,
sitting with me on summer nights, singing, waiting for the long dawn to set me on my foot again,

Until eternity garbed tailored suits cover my invisible body and you touched,
I wouldn't be there at all,

The old fool waiting to meet you,
At the curbside,