John
By Rob Kingston
Sometimes
you will see him wispy hair dishevelled,
His
coat and cane both features of a previous man now shelved
His
stories of which are many, are seldom of this date
His
often quirky outburst you hear be it morning noon or late
His
spinning cane a vision, Charlie Chaplin springs to mind
It is
but a feature he does use, not a walking cane or stick for pain
A
shout, a loud laugh combined is how his outburst is best explained
It
makes some jump and others laugh at his unannounced display
He
brings a smile from most who greet him, upon his happy half mile
Rain
or shine you'll see him here
Sitting
on benches or searching, though a gifted meal he’ll find
Some
people appear concerned, others they just stare
But
those who care to talk to him will find his world austere
A man
walks up and down our town, a happy soul is he,
He
has no concerns but comes across as someone who is needy
Or
perhaps just missing a little social care.
© Robert Kingston
19.10.14
Makes me pause for thought, and to re-read. Nice piece with hidden connotations. A very thoughtful poem. Thank you for that Rob...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Len. A sympathetic poem well told. I particularly liked the second line of the first verse.
ReplyDeleteCare is a word vanishing from our thoughts, unfortunately Robert.
ReplyDeleteI assume you are referring to Rayleigh and not Bicnacre. You may have come across Glen from South Woodham, he often walks the road from here to Bicnacre. Usually stopping the traffic.