An Old Man’s Thought

by Venkat

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an old man
age of wisdom
holding his wrinkles
stooped low
feeling those grey contours
of the moon by his eyes
reflecting upon waters
shimmering in a gutter

he captured a thought
a fish in his deep netted heart

this world, a gutter doubtless
to hell with so called optimists
who look only at the moon
who think there is no gutter

to hell with so called pessimists
who look only at the gutter
who think there is no moon

we are plumbers by birth
living in deep sewage pipes
to fix them, our daily bread

yet, peace lives in same black waters
as a cherubic moon in splendour
which can only be felt, not touched
never in possession as a material
yet ever present to stoop upon its waves
with a smile

image: eyesofodysseus.wordpress.com

One Comment to “An Old Man’s Thought”

  1. We cannot escape the dialectic: we lose the moon, we lose the glory; we lose the gutter, we lose humanity . . . Well done!

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