A proud old man lives below me
He doesn’t go out too much
Too fragile to even bow
Limbs cracking at seams
Into the dead of the night
I could hear his words
building an enterprise of his senses
To go out and act on his behalf
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A proud old man lives below me
He doesn’t go out too much
Too fragile to even bow
Limbs cracking at seams
Into the dead of the night
I could hear his words
building an enterprise of his senses
To go out and act on his behalf
This is beautiful! You capture the fragility of the old man perfectly – and I love the idea of his creating words to go out in his stead. Love it!
Thanks Anne, I was thinking of Leonard Cohen’s Tower of Song.
Beautiful! I love your gorgeous use of imagery and metaphor…I love the way you describe an okd man’s ramblings…”I could hear his words
building an enterprise of his senses
To go out and act on his behalf.” This links perfectly with the title “Nostalgia.” Beautiful! I love it- don’t change a thing!
Thanks 🙂
Nicely balanced between telling a story well and interjecting descriptions that show the old man may not be all that easy to understand;
Thanks Paul, much appreciate.
Such a lovely use of imagery!
Beautiful!
Love
Seema
Thx!
Beautiful. I had a neighbor like that. So many memories