Old Man, Wondering Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Old Man, Wondering



He told me of a time,
a time longer than I can remember,
or even imagine,
when people were less cynical,
when humanity
was not embarrassed
by sentiment,
because the sentiment
was as real
as the grass,
a time when people could say
things like “Alas! ”
and not regret it.

There have been times
when I yearned to say
“Alas! ”
But mumbled some
profanity instead.

When emotions are the fodder
of comedians; when our deepest feelings
are something that must be hidden
like some drunken relative,
then where are we to put them?
Tears are real, watery things
that I can touch.

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