Old Man

Old man, old man
With your bald head
And gray eyes
With bent back and wrinkled hands
What have you seen?
What have you done?

Did your eyes watch as Pearl Harbor burned
Did your ears hear the reports of ships lost?
Did your hands till the earth?
Did your voice call for peace?

Did you grow up during The War to End all Wars?
Did you fight in the Korean war?
Did you protest Vietnam
Did you cheer at the Olympics

Tell me, old man
What have you seen
What have you done
Have you cried at a child’s death
Cheer as they walked down the aisle

Did you marvel at men on the moon
Did you weep at the Fall of the Trade Towers
Did you celebrate the fourth with loved ones
Did you wish your wife love today?

Tell me, old man
What can you share with me
What can you teach me
What can you tell me

Old man, old man
You have lived far longer than I
Can you tell me of your journey
Can you tell me of your life

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Flow of Time

Tick tick tick tick
The seconds sweep by
Little moments in a minute
Little loved
Little thought of
Yet every tick is a second closer
To greater things
Or ending of chapters

Tick tick tick tick
The seconds sweep by
Let them be counted
As precious as the hours
For in a second
A life can change
In a second
A thousand things can happen

2018

The day has come once again
Among the blast fire in the sky
The sound of laughter all around
The shouts
The cheers
The drinks
The memories
One year ends
Another begins
Some with hope
Some with doubt
All around the world
One hour after another
People leave one year
And enter the next
Some with resolutions
Some with reservations
Yet all march forward
Willingly or not
So here to you
This day
For dusk was one year
And dawn will be another

Still

The morning breaks silent and still
Rows upon rows of men stand still
Their spears gleam in the light
Like a thousand lamps
Their shields polished silver and bright

The day gains strength
Rows upon rows of men prepare
Their hands grip weapons and shields
Ten thousand men stand ready
Ten thousand men stand still

A terrible horn is heard
Than the ground begins to shake
Out of darkness they come
A steady beat of feet against earth
Out of the darkness come men
Out of the darkness comes the enemy
Bronze shield form a living wall
A forest of spears follows

A terrible sight to behold
An army greater than had thought
On and on they pour through
Ten thousand men at the front
With many more following still
Hearts are shaken
And knees tremble at that sight

One man rides before the silver host
“Stand your ground!” He cries

Today we fight not for our own
but for our families
Today we fight not for our king
But for our love ones
Today we stand and defend

With a roar the silver legion cries
A wall of silver forms agains the wall of bronze
Silent in resolve
Weapons made ready
The silver host stands still
As the enemy marches on

Ten thousand feet
Five thousand feet
Three thousand feet
One thousand feet

Gray World

low clouds, fog hiding tops of skyscrapers

The wind howls down empty avenues
And rattles against empty windows
No sun to see
No blue sky to hold
Just the empty streets
Beneath the gray sky
The creak of metal
Of long abandoned cars
And the whistle of wind
Through broken glass

A light flickers on
A woman laughs while her dog barks
Children hurry to buses
And adults chug their coffee
Little by little, cars roar to life
And bikes click down the street
Voices fill the street
And people hurry to and fro

The heat of the cars and people
Burn back the heavy clouds
Drowning out the mournful wind
With laughter and talk
The gray clouds linger
But no longer the focus
As the people talk to one another
Sharing hopes, dreams, and life together

The Train

Beneath harsh light
Standing on formed stone
I wait
Hood pulled up
Bag held tight
The night grows long
And day is near
Yet the sky is gray
And the world is dark

Beneath flickering light
Standing on cracked stone
I wait
Busses creak to a stop
Others rumble off
Still I wait
By the rusty metal tracks
Alone
Without a friend or lover

Beneath white lights
Standing by worn stone
I wait
The rumble comes first
Shaking the ground
A shriek in the air
Heralds its coming
It rounds the corner
Screeching to a stop

Beneath soft lights
Sitting on hard seats
I wait
The city of my birth
Slowly fades away
Pulling my memories with
Like a bad dream
With one last whistle
I am finally free

Beauty of the City

Long had I held
That the city was ugly
With its monolithic giants
And shaped stone
Long had I thought
The towers as walls
And the highways bars
The smell of cars
And constant noise
Were hammers against my skull

But the night came
And I was filled with awe
Of the setting sun
Behind the sky line
Of the towers dressed in light
Or the rivers flowing through
In the quiet moment
The light shown
Softening the hardness of the city
Painting the sky with lights

There is beauty in the city
Through I find it hard to believe
Perhaps this place
Is not the prison I first believed