Raggedy Man

This poem was inspired after my visit to San Francisco. For more inspirational stories visit http://jg5124.wix.com/talkingsidewalks#!

An old man sits by the side of the road

with a tattered hat and worn out coat.

A peppered beard hangs below his chin

his features are drawn, his body thin.

 

As people pass by they try not to stare

at his dirty clothes and scraggly hair.

He doesn’t ask for money or seem to care

that everyone frowns at him sitting there.

 

But behind dark glasses his eyes shine bright

his memories all he has, to warm him tonight.

He dreams of a girl that he once knew

who was gentle and kind, loving and true.

 

Their love was fragile and couldn’t last it seems

and yet she still visits him in his dreams.

So cold though he is, tired and sore

his dreams give him peace forever more.

 

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

This is a sad painting.

I really could feel for the man in the last stanza; sometimes I feel like living in my dreams to avoid the daily hullabaloo. Very soothing write too in a way; I was not left with only a sad emotion by the end of it, there was some calmness too in the fact the man at least finds some solace somewhere, if not this waking reality.

Good write.

[Dara]

Yes it was sad to see so many lost souls trying to live off the street, each with a story to tell. I think at times they must feel almost invisible.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It makes me sad to think of someone so alone in this world. You penned this with a pulse, Dara...bless you!

[Dara]

Thank you for this wonderful comment and sentiment. I just keep thinking if it weren't for family and friends, where would I be if times got hard. It really makes you wonder at times. take care!

[~]

I really enjoyed this poem. I am a sucker for descriptive writing and yours captures the reader with the beautiful language and warm melancholia.

[Dara]

Your review leaves me with such a warm glow. Thank you so much!

[Misery]

Melancholy, bitter-sweet, but it has a subtle fragrance of bliss that lingers after the last line fades.
Wonderfully crafted, dear poet.

[Dara]

Thank you for your insight to my poem. I so appreciate your feedback!

[Misery]

My pleasure to read words worth being read.