I saw a uniform moving past the foggy glass as I sat sipping my tea he was sipping through a straw a beverage uknown to me and for a second I stopped and pondered the thought that the wrinkled old figure inside of the suit could possibly share the air that I breath like there was a man inside of the blue and the graying of his hair awakened within me the idea that this man has felt, and seen far more than I can imagine - but I can imagine him bare of badge and I consider that we both drink and eat and sleep trying to decide how to live and how to die with only experience sight and sound as a guide.
Nice way to look at our boys (and girls) in blue. I have a couple police men in my family, and this is very nice.
That was great. I love this kind of poetry that builds up an image for you. Great description. People waatching is a great sport and this poem is about that. Everyone has their own lives, but, when it comes down to it we all want and need the same things. Really liked it, hope you post more like this one!
