A poem inspired by an encounter with a homeless travelling man....
we should really count our blessings, this could be someone we know....or any one of us.
He told me not to hesitate, to follow all my dreams,
For time is short he said to me, it isn't as it seems,
you may think that the years are long but sunny days are few,
So always seek another sky when clouds obscure the view.
He told me of his life and loves, his passions and romances
Before the winds of fate and time had smothered all his chances.
He listened to my questions and he answered those he could
His eyes betrayed an empathy that showed he understood.
He sought to reassure me that my doubts would set me free,
that they were just an echo of the man that I could be.
And then he started crying as he told me of his fears
And I saw my life reflected in the mirror of his tears.
And he quietly made me promise not to follow him that day,
He gave a sigh, a wave goodbye -
and then he walked away.
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