Body bent and twisted
Gnarled fingers gripping his cane
Face weathered with age
An old man enters the bar
...
Read full text
Disappointedly, I take a gulp And think of what might have been... Beautiful poem.Thanks
I think I've seen him too, or a reasonable facsimile. A true slice of life write, well detailed and easy to relate to. An excellent penning. tyfs
You really captured a snapshot in time. Like a great painting.
An inquisitive train of thought set aside for honest reflection. Thanks for sharing Billy.
Wow... I love your vivid images, feeling like I'm sitting next to you by the bar... Great work Billy :)
That poem is wonderful. great imagining, well written. If only what might have been Lynn W. Petty
Touching, but sad that a person has to live like this, drowning in drink to exist a lonely aging life. If only he had the chance to tell his story, his life might have had a happier ending. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Sparks the imagination. He may have had some fantastic stories to tell, or his mind could be too dull with alcohol to remember any of them! Enjoyed the poem.
At the casino as I went for my once a night brandy a young lady grabbed my arm and wanted to know my story. I told it to her. She was infinitely pleased to\find a relaxed happy old guy in the crowd. Cost her a brandy. I wear a skipper's cap and a flowered vest in the guise of the casino's caricaturist. Done about s dozen rather extraordinary ones. Write some limericks. You have the talent.
The dark melancholy of the refugees from sunlight, the pub. We have all observed an old man like this at one point or another in life. But looking is not the same as seeing. You have SEEN the gnarled hand grip the cane and it shows in your writing.
Amazing story in nicely flowing verses. Every person has this flame inside, that flame that lights up all our memories. I agree so much with you, every elderly person must have a treasure of brilliant stories.
A story waiting to be told. Also a story not addressed in poetry before.