1065. WRINKLES

WRINKLES
The old man and the broken heart,
I could see them both. He was leaning
over the iron fence, looking down at
the passers-by below. Probably a lifetime
from mine, but not that far away. Distant
nonetheless, but not that far away.
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How sad does one need to be anyway
to continue on? One without hearing,
but not deaf? The entire crowd with
the pots and pans banging? The big
black truck just idling by?
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He stayed there, watching it all.
Distant nonetheless, but
not that far away.