Mr Granite

poem by: Dem Iurgic
Written on May 27, 2015 

Strolling, Ambling I view the sights
A waterfall, Gaia's delight
A distant peak, barren tipped
My feet seeking, its looking like teeth
“Stroll on” that cant be real, said the old man
Sitting, like granite, carved

Face like mine, older though, riven
Next bus has just gone he said, 50 years nearly i've been await
I say “Happy with your work” ?
Not really says he, I knew my life was arriving on that bus and I've missed it
More careful you should be Mr Granite (I had met him before so knew his name)
Well thats me he says and walks off
Half to Cherry Hinton I say to the bus conductor
Take a seat son he says, it may get a bit rocky
Next the bus runs Mr Granite over, kills him dead
Never mind, I'll soon be in bed

 

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