Reminiscence

Dreary eyed old man dreams of days past 
his youth 
he looks with a distant sadness through the window 
perhaps to a spot where he once played as a child 
a spot now made of concrete and steel 
perhaps to a tree no longer there 
under which he first kissed his lady 
his only lady 
who left him suddenly so many years ago 
perhaps to a field now littered with progress 
a field he worked for thirty years 
he can almost taste the sweat on his lips 
'Oh, to be young again' he thought 
 
'Here's your change, Pops!' 
said the purple haired, nose ring clad cashier, 
unwittingly 
'Perhaps not' the old man muttered to himself 
as he shuffled into the Sunlight

Old Man at the Corner Store