The Wise Man
The wise man
He sat back,
crinkly-eyed behind his golden rims.
Was this man about to impart wisdom on me?
“When I was your age”
- and my eyes rolled back
“Things were different”
- sure they were.
I considered the moment like Hollywood,
Behind him, the sun set beyond the balcony,
and at this angle, it was magnified through his glasses.
I was sure a director should stop him.
With a cut!
“It was 1946, the war was done,
What would we do in a world allied-won?
Where to now, I asked a friend,
There is no money beyond the bend.”
Was that it?
Was that his advice?
TheHollywood reviews wouldn’t be nice.
“And?” I asked with fingers crossed,
An epiphany before it’s lost?
“Well, what did you do?”
He leaned forward –
“I found a job you lazy twit.” - and laughed.
2011 Moira Garcia Gallaga©
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