Old And Homeless (Randyjw; April 12, 2019)
You came out from the library,
looking forlorn
Garbed in like clothing
my father had worn
Then stopped on the walkway
and set your bags down
And you stared, and you stared
at that man, like your son
The man walked away
without once looking round
But you watched over him
as he gained further ground
Then you turned and went over
to sit on the bench
Your glasses were perched
and your shoulders were hunched
And looked around, aimless
Not knowing what to do
While here you sit, blameless,
Bereft of him, too