Empty Hat

His face smiled

One twitch 

From anger

Eyes imploring Sadness 

One blink from madness 

Stuck to the road

He owned a bench

Daily he sat waiting;

For an upturn

In his empty hat

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◄ The Pinnacle of it all

The old man and his Grammaphone ►

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Colin Hill

Thu 12th Oct 2017 08:09

like Beckett's Godot, feels like we are all waiting for something or someone to show up, to delivery us from whatever. Nice one Desmond. Col.

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