I am an old man watching, in my ease,
a girl of youth and beauty on the boulevard;
but I am not so steady, and she is sure and on her guard,
I am an old man watching what only young men please.
I am a young girl ready, I am all that I can be.
As I walk this street of many, it would seem
I will live, forever lonesome, deep inside a dream,
like the old man in the park who does not notice me.
If you've any comments on this poem, J.D.Heskin would
be pleased to hear from you.