Old Sam

Old Sam


Battered slippers,
a stub of cigar,
a toothless smile
against the universe.

The shuffle of slippers
against the roar of traffic.
Handed down wardrobe
against a mirror of skyscrapers.

Once, a stock broker,
respected financial leader.
Now, a public offence,
crumpled hat in hand

Behind the smile,
a generous heart,
a mind full of stories,
a helping hand.

I listen for the shuffle of slippers,
wait for the whiff of cigar.
Now, I see the toothless smile.
"Have a seat my friend".

The roar of traffic
will not placate the universe.
The buildings have already
begun to crumble.