Fairy Tales

A man in chaos cycles so serene
He’s unaware of turmoil on the earth
I wonder what he knows and where he’s been
In splendid isolation wide his berth
Within those eyes the child can still be found
He must be fifty yet they sparkle still
A striking man can’t blend in his surround
He always has been noticed always will
With book in basket cycles crazy town
He weaves his way to school for story time
Oasis strange but children gather round
His voice hypnotic rhythms conjure rhyme
In moments when he magically regales
The man is boy who’s lost in fairy tales


Author: thepoetautist

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

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