The man walked by my side
the poor man's insufferable sin
I have often let him go by
I have often wondered about him.

He's weary and burdened by his bags
nothing he couldn't put down
he trudges up the steep hill to his flat
a tiny silhouette against the background.

Such quick-paced desperation
never had his gait shown
there on the outskirts of abstraction
he has always carried himself alone.

I know I will follow him one day
I'll find out about his tormented life
right now I'm too busy I'm afraid
as with my own luggage
down the hill
I climb.

© 2002 José Sevillano

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