deepundergroundpoetry.com
Old Man
Old Man
Rusty old man chews his crust of bread
Deep in the bowels of the bowery
Where starched shirts don’t roam
There he looks the raven in the eye
Like a brother in the art of hunger
The bird blinks at this funky dude
The grizzled grey heart man
Feels the weight of his seventy five years
Under the stare of his black feathered friend
Until his memories avalanche
And he can’t help but weep
Like an orphan child
On the avenue to heaven
Rusty old man chews his crust of bread
Deep in the bowels of the bowery
Where starched shirts don’t roam
There he looks the raven in the eye
Like a brother in the art of hunger
The bird blinks at this funky dude
The grizzled grey heart man
Feels the weight of his seventy five years
Under the stare of his black feathered friend
Until his memories avalanche
And he can’t help but weep
Like an orphan child
On the avenue to heaven
Published 15th Jun 2016
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 561
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
