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A World Of Black And Gray
I ventured on a bent, old man,
While in the park one day,
Lost in thought and deep within,
His world of black and gray.
For near an hour I sat and watched,
And wondered what he thought,
Then in a while I sensed his mood,
In silence, feelings caught.
His movements slow, deliberate,
His cat, one time a stray,
Now both provide some company,
In a world of black and gray.
So many years, he’s lived alone,
Alone, without his wife,
Just him and his black Tabby,
To share this lonesome life.
I felt so drawn, to this old man,
I met here on this day,
Who spent the afternoon alone,
In a world of black and gray.
I offered up a silent prayer,
That God would touch his heart,
Show him the colors of my world,
That he might be a part.
I left him there, in Tabby’s care,
As I went on my way,
But long will I remember him,
His world of black and gray.
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