The Man in Black

                As I crossed the street the other day

I passed this man dressed in black

Whose hands suddenly changed from white to red

And he knew I had caught his serious REVELATION

 

But I simply walked on

Past his signs with a smile

For I had already decided

On today’s DESTINATION

 

Later I was walking

Along the side of a bridge

And again I ran into the man

Whose every spoken word was as strong as wind

That could lift any man off of his FEET

 

The words were clear

Neither friendly nor menacing

Words that you shall have to hear on your own

For I will be so generous

And these words I will not REPEAT

 

40 years go by and still

on any new day

on any new routine

it is not a coincidence

that I continue to meet the man in black

who looks still young while I have grown OLD

 

Today he stops me and speaks

With a humanly state of confusion

For forty years you have seen me everywhere you go

But you never seem to show concern

What is it you know

That makes you remain so BOLD?

 

I told him I realize that this is life

Me and you will continue to meet so long as we are both still alive

It is not coincidence but rather a common fate

And one day we will finally meet one last time

And bid farewell

Have one last talk about our lives

And go our separate WAYS

 

And you will follow someone else

                                      On their journey

And talk to them along the way

Hopefully they will not run or fight

But understand that in life

For the rest of their particular life

Running into you will be the most common of DAYS

 

Reviews

[0_o Abbie]

ooo! I like this a lot. It's really cool! I like the font and the way it's written. Your style is pretty intriguing. My fav stanza is
"Today he stops me and speaks

With a humanly state of confusion

For forty years you have seen me everywhere you go

But you never seem to show concern

What is it you know

That makes you remain so BOLD?"

I LOVE that one. This is a really awesome poem. :D I have no criticism.