Debating wether to put in two more lines. However, not entirely sure about this.
It was written while sitting in a cafe in Barcelona, while watching an old man sitting alone by a table, opening a green envelope.
An old man sits in the corner
all by himself, he seems so lonely
No one says hi
or stops by his table
His wrinkled hands hold an envelope
it's green and smells of far, far away
He opens the envelope ever so slowly and gently
and squints so he may read
Big, chubby tears stroll down his face
his hands tremble as he reads page after page
People around him are worried
a waitress walks over to ask what's wrong, and does he need help
But the old man simply replies: "No, nothing is wrong", and gives her a smile
He continues on and says with glistening eyes
"I haven't felt such peace in years, my son,
my son has finally me forgiven."
Poetry by Cam
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Written on 2006-04-18 at 21:12
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It was written while sitting in a cafe in Barcelona, while watching an old man sitting alone by a table, opening a green envelope.
An Old Man
An old man sits in the corner
all by himself, he seems so lonely
No one says hi
or stops by his table
His wrinkled hands hold an envelope
it's green and smells of far, far away
He opens the envelope ever so slowly and gently
and squints so he may read
Big, chubby tears stroll down his face
his hands tremble as he reads page after page
People around him are worried
a waitress walks over to ask what's wrong, and does he need help
But the old man simply replies: "No, nothing is wrong", and gives her a smile
He continues on and says with glistening eyes
"I haven't felt such peace in years, my son,
my son has finally me forgiven."
Poetry by Cam
Read 978 times
Written on 2006-04-18 at 21:12
Tags Joy Happiness
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