I can only imagine,
What the old man thought,
As he sat down,
Sipping his coffee
With his dog by his side…
I wonder what he thought of,
Forgone dreams?
Future plans?
His eyes didn’t tell me.
So I wondered,
What tales he would speak,
If he decided to talk,
He looked at me,
And I, him
I wondered if he wondered
That I wondered,
About what he wondered.
Perhaps, he just wanted coffee,
That cold winter morning

(c) Chukwudi I.