emilylou06
01-26-2008, 11:00 PM
The man that no one notices,
he sits on a bench in the mall.
He sees time waste before him,
and the blur of faces passing him by.
He notices everything; everyone.
the color of the little girl's red shoes,
the bickering between the married couple,
the happiness of two new parents,
young friends who are invincible to the night,
the homeless man that comes in for warmth.
He never says a thing; just sits and watches.
Life intertwines throughout his soul,
and every being that passes holds a story untold.
With every glance his way he smiles briefly.
Sometimes they are returned, but mostly not.
He understands that this is how the modern world is.
No time to smile at a stranger on a bench.
Who sits still as a stone in peace and rememberance.
Remebering a time when days were longer,
nights were quieter,
and life was worthwhile.
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A little girl with red shoes passes by a bench in a mall.
she sees that it is empty and she wonders why.
She remembered a man sitting there one day.
he had smiled at her, and she had returned it.
He had been a nice man,
not like her daddy, nor anyone she had ever known.
He had looked like santa,
jolly and chubby with inviting eyes.
But that smile,
She missed that smile.
Maybe when she got older she would sit on that bench.
And look at the world with different eyes.
Maybe she would see what that old man saw.
The pain, the anger, the intoxication of beauty in an ugly world.
Then she would watch all that she missed...
pass her by again.
he sits on a bench in the mall.
He sees time waste before him,
and the blur of faces passing him by.
He notices everything; everyone.
the color of the little girl's red shoes,
the bickering between the married couple,
the happiness of two new parents,
young friends who are invincible to the night,
the homeless man that comes in for warmth.
He never says a thing; just sits and watches.
Life intertwines throughout his soul,
and every being that passes holds a story untold.
With every glance his way he smiles briefly.
Sometimes they are returned, but mostly not.
He understands that this is how the modern world is.
No time to smile at a stranger on a bench.
Who sits still as a stone in peace and rememberance.
Remebering a time when days were longer,
nights were quieter,
and life was worthwhile.
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A little girl with red shoes passes by a bench in a mall.
she sees that it is empty and she wonders why.
She remembered a man sitting there one day.
he had smiled at her, and she had returned it.
He had been a nice man,
not like her daddy, nor anyone she had ever known.
He had looked like santa,
jolly and chubby with inviting eyes.
But that smile,
She missed that smile.
Maybe when she got older she would sit on that bench.
And look at the world with different eyes.
Maybe she would see what that old man saw.
The pain, the anger, the intoxication of beauty in an ugly world.
Then she would watch all that she missed...
pass her by again.