winter's window

[rollinboyo]

over snow-soaked plains
in winter's chill
we gaze intent through frozen window pane
a wispy candle flickers
a man's face confronts our eyes
grizzled silver scruff
the hard lines of whiskey and the
rough and tumble tussle
of the old country
mark the creases of the firm-set jaw
once supple strength slowly sapped
infirmity creeps relentless
but even now
alone and grasping for each new day
that man holds more
than a thousand of the electronic children
scrambling on the streets
of new york and los angeles and london
this lonely vision
this freeze-frame of an older time
fading now
but alas
I do miss it so

 

[New]

I like the rustic picture you paint, being an electronic child myself.

 

[Mehm]

I like how it reads like a run-on sentence. Very cool imagery as well. It makes me miss having a winter.

 

[lostNfound]

i want to be remembered as that old man