Ruth Chris Mobile Bar Attendant


Far away he gazes

Past polished wood and gleaming glasses

To other worlds, not his

Not his to know, not his to live.

 

Briefly behind his eyes a flash

Remembering their pain, and

Then is gone…

Not his to feel, not his to live

 

Melodious, wistful songs he hears

Songs of Joy, songs of love

From other worlds, not his

Not his to sing, not his to live.

 

He moves with graceful polished manners

Is one with all and one alone

He knows their worlds and chose his own

His to know, his to live.

© 2002

 

One thought on “Ruth Chris Mobile Bar Attendant”

Voice your thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s