Sunday, August 16, 2009

Old Men

The old men talked
And as usual I listened
Retreating into silence
To observe their pass-offs
Exchanges
In the ballet of companionship;
These social kings
Entertaining
Educating
The pauper I
Of things to come
Deserved and not;
I go with their flow
Off to past paradises
Exchange
Untold stories
Etched upon their faces
And eyes that stare
Back at me
With the intent to know
As I finally speak
To make my mark
In the crevices of their speckled souls
As I finally speak
But to listen again
For the best stories told
Are the ones you strain to hear
Muffled behind closed doors...
©2009clarencecbess

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