Imagination and Reality

Imagination and Reality

A Poem by Bridget Murphy

I've seen a man,
Walking to and fro,
In the foggy morn.
A black hat,
And a walking stick,
Waiting for someone to warn.
He had a scarf,
Gray, gray, gray as could be,
Around his neck, it was tightly worn,
In that foggy morn.
His moustache,
Thick and black once before:
Yet now it stands,
A few, graying hairs,
Upon his crying face,
Gray, gray, gray as could be.
He walks with a limp,
Upon his left leg.
Every step a grimace,
Every grimace, some pain.
Yet there he walks,
To and fro, in that foggy morn.
A day will come,
When the man is gone,
And the street I see,
Will be empty as can be:
And all that shall
Be my view,
Is a foggy morn,
Gray, gray, gray as can be.

© 2015 Bridget Murphy


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A interesting poem. I liked the message given and shared.
"And the street I see,
Will be empty as can be:"
Life changes. For the better or worst? It is where we are standing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A interesting poem. I liked the message given and shared.
"And the street I see,
Will be empty as can be:"
Life changes. For the better or worst? It is where we are standing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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