‘Inspired’ by an old man I spotted sitting on a bench at the corner of George and St John’s Street, soaking up an unexpected blast of sunshine whilst muttering to himself.
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The old man sits
cross legged
in the rain.
He bows his head,
and wraps his hands
around himself
and begins to sway.
He sings a song
and mouths the words
from a sombre lyric
that only he
still remembers.
The tears – tiny rivulets
of liquid; crystal clear
flow down his face,
and down his beard
as he rocks
to the rhythm
of his sombre song.
I imagine
that he remembers
and that the tears
are tears of memory,
of many yesterdays,
of loss, of pain,
and of nostalgia.
I imagine
that when his tears
cease to fall,
and the rivers on his face
dry out
he will arise in peace
until the season
of re-memory
A Geek's Life 
sigh…amazing…some people can write sha without even trying!!!
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I learned at the feet of you lot……. thx..
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There’s just something human and nostalgic about the aged. Reminds me of the length of our days…….
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Flattered….. thanks for stopping by…
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Wow. The way the words flow.. amazing.
The photograph is so beautiful, in a very sad way.
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Yup.. wish I could take photos like this one…
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Wow.
This is powerful…every word flows beautifully.
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🙂 Thanks for stopping by.. Deep blog you've got too……. Have added it to my RSS reader…
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"The tears – tiny rivulets of liquid; crystal clear flow down his face" this made me cry. beautiful
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🙂
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Re-memory is a tough thing to deal with. It will come to you in the moment least expected…and then, shatters your peace. this is very true. I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!!!
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