Where?

I've seen him walk by my house,
never knew his name,
quiet, to himself,
I saw his photo,
he has a name now.

his gingery look,
always cleanly dressed,
scars hidden, his eyes distant.
what stories do they hold?

where does he live,
they say by the railway, but
  where does he go,
how does he spend 

  his days, his nights?

how long has it been?

what happened that
he be in this way,
what is his story?
is he from here or
  did he move in
  from elsewhere?

but he has a name,
someone cared once.
where are they,
what's their story?

the other side,
the other half,
where do they go?
how do they live?
eyes that just didn't see.

what of their tomorrows,
what of their hopes
  and dreams?

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Your comments are very intriguing...by nature we like to know more about the stranger that walk by us everyday...we are curious people, caring people...so just a name is not enough...we wonder who they are, their backgrounds, their interests, etc...We know they were born, but do we know anything else? perhaps not...but we keep wondering.... I like this Richard...
Warmly, B

[Richard M]

I'm glad you like this Betty. I haven't written a number of similar poems, just sketches, in recent years. But you're so right, people intrigue us. When I was little and we went to the city and we were stopped at traffic lights, we'd make up stories about the occupants of the cars around us. This is where my intrigue in people stems from

There is so much to explore in that and in their lives. Thank you for opening my thoughts to new thoughts. Maybe another poem there! 😊👀

Take care
Richard

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome
Warmly, B