poetry

Garthwaite House

Outside the Garthwaite house
Where one cat owned every arch
Sprawled like royalty they slept in peace
I was walking in the sun who played a tease

Outside the Garthwaite house
Sitting on the footpath of an elevated road
The old man with his bag
On the ground without a rag
Sunkissed, his age etched on his skin
His conquests and his sin
Hair like froth of the waves of the sea
His nonchalance appealed to me
He caught my attention, but he didn’t look at me

Outside the Garthwaite house
For a moment, I wanted
Oh I wanted to stop my world for him
Sitting there without a care
Who left you out, who’d dare
And he caught my attention, but he didn’t look at me

Outside the Garthwaite house
I wished to crash beside him
On this sultry humid sunny morning
On the street,
Listening to his tale, it’d be worth all the heat
Did he know he was close to going beat
I wanted to know did he live happily did he live sweet
And he caught my attention, but he didn’t look at me

Outside the Garthwaite house
I wanted to know
What was hidden behind his blande face
Was he heartbroken,
Or soul searching for the unspoken
Did he need a charm, or was looking for a token
And he caught my attention, but he didn’t look at me

Outside the Garthwaite house
Where I fell in love
If only just for a moment
With a nonchalant oblivious old man
He had my heart and
I only had a while
And he caught my attention, but he didn’t look at me

Outside the Garthwaite house
He caught my attention, but he didn’t look at me

 

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