Sitting quietly in repose pondering
upon questions of age old propensity
The man in the corner wonders how
to get a handle on lifes intensitys
watching and noting the frenzy of people
he sits quietly in the corner listening to
words of inmaturity flowing endlessly,
unceasingly from mouths of insincerity
notes the glances cast upon his corner
he ignores their furtive eyes wondering
who is this man sitting quietly in the corner.
knowing that he who sits and listens hears all lifes vices
The man in the corner neither condemns nor commends
The secret whispers of people, safe in the
the knowledge that the one who sits quietly
in the corner reveres all lifes secrets
