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He sat alone
Staring out his dirt-covered window,
Looking as though
He had nothing to do

But watch the seagulls soaring through the bitter autumn air
And landing on wharves to fight over morsels of fish
And bits of lunch fisherman had left behind
Before going out for their last loads.

He was probably
Remembering the good old days;
He had a half-sad, half-happy smirk on his face
As he looked out into the distance.

I sat on an old wooden crate trying to look as though I was there for a reason -
Examining him, watching him intensely through his window.
How lonely, I thought it must be
To live in this shack he used for a home.

I felt bad
For the man
Who reminded me
Of my own grandfather.

Often throughout the years
That I had lived on Fishermanís Wharf
I had seen him -
Though I never knew his name.

I hadnít ever seen him
Out of his shack.
No, he just sat there
Looking out his window.

How? I wondered, must he live -
Just sitting there;
Isolated from the world,
Gradually dying of loneliness.

I must visit him, I told myself.
Yes, try and make him happy,
Give him a friend; someone to care for him,
Love him, and respect him.

Oh, but I canít go today.
I must have a million things to do.
I canít go today,
But somedayÖ


Here, I share, with stark honesty, my life.

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The following comments are for "Someday..."
by FeliciaStone

A most intriguing poem; you really captured the spirit of your subject. I'm at a pay computer in San Jose, Mexico so I'll leave it at that. Peace.

( Posted by: seanspacey [Member] On: March 21, 2005 )

Felicia: Enjoyed the read. Imagery galore. Ending nicely done...


( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: March 21, 2005 )

Thanks for taking the time when you had so little to read this post.

Maybe it's a little predictable and cliche, but I think it was my first poem. I wrote it in the seventh grade after seeing a photo of such a man as my character here, in a National Geographic Magazine.

What are you doing in San Jose, pray tell.


( Posted by: FeliciaStone [Member] On: March 22, 2005 )

I'm so glad you enjoyed this read.

I remember how personal my poetry was to me back when I first wrote it. I was so insecure about my writing (and myself in general I guess at the time)that I would just cringe at the thought of anyone reading it. How it would be recieved was heart-wrenchingly important to me back then. It's so different now in that regard.

I always appreciate your stopping in to read and comment. Thank you!


( Posted by: FeliciaStone [Member] On: March 22, 2005 )

I enjoyed the poem. Kind of reminded me of my own life back in the 1970's but that doesn't count. Hope to see more these.

( Posted by: bhagwandave [Member] On: March 22, 2005 )

We share a fascination with spreading joy, I see.

Very nice piece, I how the narrator procrastinates seeing him.. It gives a sense of eternity to his loneliness.

We always have a million things to do, and somehow they can all always be put off for something so important.

( Posted by: shefallssoftly [Member] On: March 22, 2005 )

I can not say how many things in my life so far I have put off to someday. It is as irrational as saying "should". I enjoyed the poem and all of your work. Nice Job.
Cristian Albert

( Posted by: ChristianAlbert [Member] On: March 22, 2005 )

I liked the way you put this:

"It gives a sense of eternity to his loneliness."

I've been seeing a lot of your posts and comments. It's nice to see someone being very active in the forum. I like reading your work.

Thanks again for reading, and commenting on "Someday".


( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: March 22, 2005 )

he may have
gripped life better than
you or I


( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: March 22, 2005 )

Soos - glad you got it!

Thanks for commenting. Although the main point of this poem is how the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the underbelly of it was the narrator's perspective - the character did have a half-happy, half-sad smile... this could go either way.

I think of my childhood. Looking back - we were poor. But, you know, we didn't see ourselves the way I would view someone now if they lived like we did.

Perspecive. Soos - you are a genius!


( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: March 23, 2005 )

I thought I had commented to you here. Did I send you a private message?

Anyway, I had said that I think you bring texture to this forum.

Thanks for stopping in and commenting.


( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: March 23, 2005 )

I love you but...

...I wish you were a publishing house.

"Genius" seeks non-manual labor.

thank you thank you thank you

You're among the sharpest tools in this shed yourself.

( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: March 23, 2005 )

Soos - I need an editor
How sharp to I sound when I use words like perspecive?

Thanks again for posting...



( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: March 23, 2005 )

will edit for food...

I assumed you had coined the word just for me.

( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: March 25, 2005 )

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