The Man
There is that distant look in his eyes
You can tell he has seen things, heard voices
The calculated steps...the lingering thoughts
A deliberate pause whenever he speaks
Sometimes his voice raised..some days a soft texture
Whatever it takes to get his point home
The lines on his face I would draw with love
For my sake he worries , for my gain he struggles
A hearty laughter, an escaping tear
Broken words for the sad tales
Too many over the years..wish I could share
His burden lighten..
The simple things..they make him happy
A way to keep the troubles away
His dedication, his resilience a character to admire
The warm look in his eyes
When I look into my fathers eyes..I see a man that has made his choices right
I see the image..a reflection of me
I see nothing but love
My day
he askes me a question...admin law ..
I swear I know the answer..but my head just goes blank
He is in a brown trench..his short hair neatly combed,
for a minute I give him that blank stare then there is that coy smile on his face,
he is fiddling with his pen;my face is an open book
We are caught up in our own surreal world
He asks me my name,says If I can help with the assignment
I give him my phone number
I hear him curse below his breath because the computer next to mine has no internet
he goes...
am left...
fiddling with my pen,he is probably my age or an year younger
tonight I will be waiting for a text,am surprised at my excitement
there is an intrigue about him...Maybe 3rd year will be intresting after all