Old Man Glass Hands

He wants
The holes in the sky
To stop following
His stride
And the
Gathering gales
To blow the other way.

He wants the sun
To gently warm him
And a hanky
To dab his brow,
An obedient dog,
Friends to listen,
Church on Sundays,

A neighbourhood,
A neighbour,
A garden
Filled with sparrows.

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One Response to “Old Man Glass Hands”

  1. blonderblondest Says:

    this is very good work

    A neighbourhood,
    A neighbour,
    A garden
    Filled with sparrows

    Whats better than that?

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