Man At The Small Attic Window!

Man At The Small Attic Window!

A poem by: S. D. Blankenship And Ulisigi WaYa

© Ulisigi WaYa 2013

© S. D. Blankenship 2013

© WritingFreak Author 2013

Many have passed by you staring down upon the dreary snow covered streets. Some pass by only to gaze

And dream of the calm waters you seem to gaze at as you sit there in that rocker chair, blanketed covers

Napped across your person. I wonder who you are. You, who is behind that window pane. Someone,

All lonesome and scared of the damage the world has shown. Or maybe you’re hid away, away up in

That attic of yours awaiting for the Angel of Death to accompany you away. I wonder why you stare

Toward that old cemetery. Though I can’t see what you’re looking at, I know this town all so well.

How do you find the time? I wonder if you’re cold, hot, sick, or fine. I watch you day by day, as your

Empty mind seems to fade away.

Such wonderful thoughts your brain may think of. What do you see when you watch the traffic pass by?

Meeting all-together upon request of those red stop signs. Horns honking, engines gnawing. They

Accelerate and drive by your window out of view as they pass though the town. Ah, the years must

Linger as you astray your thoughts. What great passerby's you would have liked to have met, to just

Long to shake hands with anyone of them in your life’s short seventy-five years.

Aching pains as you clutch your now exploding chest. You take in a deep breath, but it never

Takes time to come back out. You swallow, gasp, and fall from your chair, the views began

To fade away. No one will come to notice you, there will be nothing anyone would want to

In sight see you up there. The air turns cold, your body is left, now to decay in such a enharmonic

Chance.

We, the kids that is, watched you, we're afraid of you, we picked and mocked at you from

Intolerant little souls, 'till we grow up, and understood you had your own life to give, to

Negatively live. Good-bye old man, Good-bye someone's friend. Good-bye, and please

Don't forget to pass-by again if you live in a new life. For you might just remember the

Old man who no one remembers. He's still there, in some parts, his body has decayed, but

With time God took that to away. Hello, to such a beautiful view, Good-bye, old man, too.

© 2013 By S. D. Blankenship

© 2013 Ulisigi Wa Ya

© 2013 WritingFreak! Authors.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

when we see an old person at their window watching, we often wonder what goes on in their head. if they're sick or dying. no one may notice them but us. and when they're gone we're not too surprised. it's also a helpless feeling that we can't help them. these are good things to contemplate and will probably change the way we view the world. excellent poem.

[Rev. Fr, S. D. Blankenship DDiv., PhD., MA.]

Thank you Mockingbird.


~S. D. Blankenship

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Growing old is not for the weak! As the body ages, the mind still thinks it is young. So frustrating, not being able to do the things you want to do. Your children grow up, and grow away, the grandchildren, too. Going to the doctor's office becomes the highlight of your week. You become a prisoner in your own body!

[Jacob Clifford]

Very deep and ponderous writing. I'm normally not a fan of second person narration, but you used it to good effect here.

[TPK Stories]

Well written...and uniquely...loved the style...

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

A very beautiful piece of work I enjoyed this very much

[Shay]

this is very well done.. i loved the setup of each intricate word working together. Both of you are talented writers and too see this was intriguing. congratulations on a wonderful piece

[Stanley Wilson]

Deep deep deep lots of things going on great write.