4 January 2013
Oh if you look at him,
I bet you cannot see,
His laugh brings a double chin with wrinkles that wink.
I have watched him always and can see within his eyes,
That there lies a glimmer of hope,
A yearning for life.
His hair is quite sloppy and one curl seems to dangle down,
The rest hidden under a hat that I assume was brown.
He never bothers anyone just sits amongst the crowd,
Quietly watching always like the passing clouds.
But in his mind he ponders of what it would be like,
to never see what he can see, to never know this life.
For where he sits is interesting as it is not a seat, but rather a street with no sun blasting down.
His feet are black as soot,
His eyes cast down,
where once I saw that smile I now see this frown.
As my stomach grows hungry, I wonder what to say, to get a few coins to send me on my way.
Though I see sorrow I also see joy as he has seen the night sky twinkle and the sun wipe it dry.
He had rain wash away tears, wind blow him into a tangle, snow increase his fears, frost giving his life a strangle.
He has seen many things on his travels,
street by street,
Different people he may meet,
But you don't know him like I do because you cannot see,
the twinkle in his eye and the wrinkles by his cheek.
He has experienced life right by the gutter,
But can still give me that grin that brings with it a double chin full of laughter!
For I have known him always, been by his side,
as we face this adventure,
I look to the skies,
cause I know he has yet,
to lose his pride.
See • Opuss № I