With tattered clothes and vacant eyes he sat alone amid the pigeons in the park. Furrowed brow and greying beard; down his cheek a tear. A child approached and with the inquisitiveness of youth, asked, "Why?" He got up and walked away.
I think I understood this one...sometimes it is easier to live with ourselves if we don't have to explain ourselves too anyone. When faced with questions we can't answer, sometimes it is easier to just walk away than to face the simple truth. Am I close??
------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald
Member Rara Avis
Leave us hanging now...I thought this was kinda sad. I think sometimes if open up and not walk away it may help us! You have left a good question. Lots of things to go through one's mind. Definitely a thinker!
Not trying to be obtuse... but sometimes there is no answer... sometimes no question... sometimes things just are and what we read into them is a reflection of ourselves... I happen to see isolation... but that was not the point... the point is it doesn't answer... that is for the reader to do....
Listening to every heart
Ah, very good, Tim! I see constant futility in the man (who wants to answer any more darn questions!?!) and as we all know, a youth will continue to ask "Why?", even when all of the answers have been given.
Well done, sir!
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