Old Man Waiting
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Barry Middleton
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Death is patient waiting
for this old man
who wanders in the park.
He makes a vain attempt
to spark awareness
of the motive
that brought him here.
He cannot move his mind,
but vaguely knows
it has to do with spring
and laughter.
He has confused
the flowers by the path
with girls in rowboats
smiling at their lovers.
He shakes his head,
and only for a moment
his eyes return to youth.
He passes by a couple
on a bench,
and tips his hat
to say the day is good.
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