The Chances Are!

in any cafe in any city
the chances are
a middle age man will encounter
the ghost of his youth
delighted and yet tormented
by the beauty
of today’s youth
its purity
and for a while devoid
of explanation
the youth don’t do explaining!
least of all to the previous
this man agonizes over the
paradox of “loss”
you cannot save time
only accumulate years
graciously, one hopes!
and while he sips his americano
he remembers
dreams about falling in love
he looks
he feels the pangs of
pain and lust
caressing with his eyes
young women in conversation
(but not with him)
wishing it was him
the what if!
a moment of curiosity
then it’s gone
his heart weighs heavy
the sadness
a part of him is disconnected
his tenderness numb
and yet he looks!

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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