Though might be sad,
the gentleman lonely on a bench,
no one can know
what goes through his mind,
look into his eyes,
watch him glance away,
perhaps that fear is reciprocal
might he wish we let him be,
look at me, look at you, we both
seem lost in our own dismay.
inability to understand.
When might a somber moment
bring elation
only in a time
when the human condition
would allow
the bearing of our heart
to match up with the soul,
to know,
to glow
in harmony
with what is this thing we call
unconditional love.
Oh that moment is when
in the heat of a day,
some chilly evening display,
a walk around the lake,
a tourbus through the midway,
could be anywhere,
on any certain day,
we find revelation,
an epiphany,
perhaps some way,
to finally accept our reality,
to be that which
is our own personal
reckoning.
Though we haven’t a need to agree,
only please continue to be.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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