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By Louis Gander
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Except for chirping bird or two

it's quiet in the park.

I hear my feet move through the grass

and soon it will be dark.


The air is calm and quiet here

and everything seems tame,

but world has turned me up-side-down

and nothing is the same.


Elusive still, the rainbow's end.

My feet are much too slow.

And lost forever are the smiles

of friends so long ago.


My hands can't catch what finds my nose,

and empty, they are still.

They cannot catch the fragrance of

an outdoor charcoal grille.


I cannot grasp the beautiful,

the clouds, so cottony.

And children who play much too loud

are such a sight to see.


My fingers cannot seem to touch

the treasures in my mind.

It seems they're much too feeble now

to touch what once had rhymed.


My arms are weak and cannot wrap

around the ocean's roar,

and lost are thoughtful special hugs.

My children are no more.


My legs can't seem to carry me.

My body's on the brink.

But my mind's like the sharpest tack -

and I can surely think.


Now if you'd listen for a bit,

I'd love so much to share,

but loneliness shares memory

of which you're unaware.


Because you like to socialize,

you laugh your days away -

and that way you don't have to live

a single lonely day.


I wonder if you only care

about your happenings -

the drama you create each day

and other petty things.


Forgive me for my selfishness,

I should have thought things through.

I'm sorry that I speak of that

instead of only you.


Except for chirping bird or two

it's lonely in the park.

I hear my feet move through the grass

and soon it will be dark.


©2017 louis gander


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Submitted: Saturday, January 21, 2017

Last Updated: Saturday, January 21, 2017

About the Poet
Born in Richland Center, Wisconsin in 1954. It's the poem's message that matters- not the poet.

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