On the front steps of the Palace...


The Power of Words © Andrea Gardner


Legs crossed, back straight, dignified,

 

On its shipping carton,

 

He sits on his throne.

 

 

 

Nearby, carefree,

 

High school girls are joking

 

At table at a terrace, not far away, a woman is smoking.

 

 

 

Tinkling of a carelessly discarded piece.

 

Groping, the old man picks

 

And into his box, puts it.

 

 

 

Beside him, a sign,

 

"I am blind, please help".

 

 

 

Sometimes a painful tension on his face,

 

Eyelids beating on bruised eyes.

 

 

 

Suddenly, as if on the alert, he turns his head.

 

Stylish, a woman passes

 

Contemplates the scene

 

Retraces her steps,

 

Grabs the grimoire,

 

Determined, throws a few words.

 

 

 

The Elderly bends downwards

 

Feels the shoes

 

To identify.

 

 

 

When finished writing,

 

The Beauty, carefully, coarse paper

 

Replaces.

 

Last look, last smile,

 

She walks away.

 

 

 

Suddenly the world has changed,

 

A girl kneels down,

 

Presents a coin.

 

And another

 

And again another.

 

Genuflexions ...

 

 

 

Comes back  the unknown Lady

 

In front of him, she  stops.

 

 

 

Intrigued, he leans,

 

Caresses the shoes,

 

Remembers.

 

 

 

“-What have you done?

 

- I wrote the same thing but with different words. "

 

 

 

With empathy she touches his shoulder,

 

Smiles

 

And walks away.

 

 

 

On the sign, it says:

 

 

 

"It's a beautiful day

 

And I can't see it ... "

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                              G.B.

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