quinta-feira, 19 de outubro de 2006
OLD FRIENDS
Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
Quem gostar deste duo fantástico, faça o favor de visitar a "Urzeira" em www.urzeira.blogspot.com e ler o belo artigo sobre "Scarborough Fair".
Publicação nº 110 - Jorge G
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