An old man walks the streets alone,H
is thoughts as heavy as a stone.
He visits cafes, shops, and bars,
Just looking for someone to talk
and let the time pass .
He tells stories of his past,
Of love and loss that didn't last.
He listens to the stranger's tales,
And for a moment, he forgets his lonely wails.
He finds solace in the company,
Of those he's just met, that's a rarity.
For in this world, where people rush,
He finds a sense of human touch.
Though he may be alone in life,
He finds connection in the strangers, free from strife.
And as he walks the streets once more,
He feels a little less lonely, a little more sure.
Maneesha Purandare
23.1.23
Background..I come across many elderly people on the bus who yearn for company , to talk to someone...this inspired me to write a poem!
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