I, old man
walking
through
milling
shoppers
along
village
streets
towards
the church
unseen by
the young
within
unseeing
cocoons
of youth
ignored by
middle-aged
caught in
whirls
of getting
spending
rearing
achieving
what?
others old
lost in
memories
living in
pasts
all unreal
all maya
only I hear
neglected
stones in
the cold
cemetery
call, call
and speak
there I
pause
to greet
friends
to be.
~Ian Fletcher
Cardiff, Wales
I do like it a lot. It is a little gloomy! Hope it is no reflection of your current mood!
Ha, ha! Thanks Amido. Mercifully, I feel quite content as I age, though of course it can be something of a melancholy process at times.