The old man watches

from the yard

His face all filled

with gray

I would allow

you in today

but the cost

would be too great

For you would howl

when back outside

and guilt would overwhelm me

So I will just

watch you watch me.


About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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2 Responses to Watchers

  1. Linda Nance says:

    I love this and will be back soon to follow it. I forgot my password and will have to work it out. This is fantastic. Thank you for sharing

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