by S.C. Kleinhans

Created on: August 11, 2009

The old man lay dying

on a frozen patch

of sidewalk.

Nary a soul gave him

a comforting glance

nor a helping hand.

He searched across

the patchwork sea of

asphalt and concrete

that churned so brutally.

The sight that greeted

his ancient eyes

was not at all sweet.

All eyes were

lovingly turned

towards the fresh

new babe.

Gurgling with delight.

Big, blue eyes,

wide with wonder,

shone magically

on the bitter cold night.

Tiny shoulders that would

soon carry the hopes

and dreams of the world.

On the last second of

the last minute

of the feeble, fading year,

the old man gasped

and died.

The innocent tyke

was brutally unaware

that this same fate

would patiently await him

at the end

of this bright new year.

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