Re: place

He sits while others go about the day
Reflecting on the lives that cross his path
There’s so much that he never got to say
He’s silent but why no-one ever asks
He sips a cup of cold cafe au lait
The corner seat an empire and a throne
The king of all he’s seen along the way
His eyes are liquid in a face of stone
And no one wants to take the silent chair
Conspicuous the corner vacant lies
So funny how he’s missed once he’s not there
Observer passed unnoticed through our lives
I sit while others go about the day
Reflecting over cold café au lait

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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