Greetings to the Old Man

As I walk down the street

The same old man I daily meet

Morning greetings we always share

To which he adds a prayer showing that he cares

This was a daily ritual

To which the neighborhood became habitual

For months now the old man is not seen roaming the square

For months now only emptiness fills up the air

Many people knew the old man

None however asks where he is gone

Even though his absence we ignore

Deep down we know the neighborhood is not the same anymore


10 thoughts on “Greetings to the Old Man

  1. I meet the same people every morning when walking the dog. We nod and keep walking. But they’re every bit a part of my morning routine even though I don’t know their names. Great poem!

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