Leaving Father in his hospital bed,
catching MetroNorth, home bound,
the Hudson flowing on behind me,
the tranquil dusk, sunset.
An old man sitting on a track-side bench,
in an eye-blink,
waved,
was gone.
The river, flowing on behind me,
the train, raceing on before.
The Old Man
frozen
in my memory.
The River, flowing to the sea.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 