Russell’s Ramblings

Those who do not hear the music might think the dancer mad

Selected Poems – 1985

Yesterday’s Man

The old man sits alone at the bar 

Red eyes ache seeing scenes from afar 

Sips of warm whiskey ease his pain

No one there who knows his name

His clothes smell of yesterdays beer

his pictures are all he has, all he holds dear

Trembling fingers reach for an empty glass

haunted by memories long ago in the past

Long past weary, long past brave

As the ghost of yesterday slowly digs his grave.



March 14, 2009 - Posted by | Poems

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