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I wrote this poem many years ago. Now that I am retired, it no longer applies to me.  Unfortunately, though, it still applies to many other people in this frenetic society.

I saw the little old man With long white hair and yellow eyes Whisking on windy nights Through street lights and puddles. I told him how I spend twelve hours a day, Chasing, racing, and bracing, And he gave me a wink and a yawn. I asked him how I could stay awhile On his sweet, secret, gentle side, But he vanished without a clue.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 6/2/2021 10:16:00 PM
A FAVE ~ I can so relate ~ back before I retired !
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Carol Mays
Date: 6/8/2021 6:52:00 PM
Thanks. Unfortunately, this applies to so many people caught in the rat race. I was one of them for thirty years. So different from how life should be.
Date: 8/1/2019 4:51:00 AM
I can relate to this, Carol: only in hindsight can I see that these flights of fancy are necessary to keep our sanity. Lol SuZ
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Date: 1/29/2019 11:24:00 PM
One never knows the reasons for a strangers behavior so we should think twice before we jump to judge. I can relate Carol. xxoo
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Carol Mays
Date: 2/23/2019 11:21:00 PM
This was not a real person; it was a fantasy figure who represented someone who didn't have to deal with all the stress of daily life.
Date: 11/27/2018 11:38:00 PM
interesting theme...is it possible to explain about the old man
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Sand Blown
Date: 11/29/2018 9:50:00 AM
good point...after all we are just 'sensors' in space
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Carol Mays
Date: 11/28/2018 3:37:00 PM
He's just a fantasy elf figure created in my imagination when I was desperate to escape from the situation. My point was that even seeing a hallucination like that would be more sane than how I was living my life, and how many other people are forced to live their lives.

Book: Shattered Sighs