Cloth cap pulled low, shielding the eyes.
Slow steps, slow mind, both shuffling
along to god knows where. Hands deep
in pockets, no money, only lots of time.
Wander streets of haplessness, nothing to do,
except pass time. Exchange an odd greeting
won’t meet any old friends, all long gone.
Sometimes wonder, how come I’m still around.
lady passing by, touch the edge of my duncher
old habits of politeness, can’t let them die.
park bench were I sit, and watch life pass by.
Ponder where it went, life that is, mine I mean.
Raindrops splatter on to my scoop, got to stay dry.
Don’t know why I bother, pneumonia might hasten
this shuffling roadway, get to meet up with old friends.
Ach well, pull the duncher low, shield my eyes I
know well these careworn steps, etched in time.