does the sun set in the east Stan?

1] by a skim of frost

2] reconcile

I really liked this one, it reminds me of when a friend and I found Sailor Bill, a homeless vet of WW II in an abandoned house one winter. He was a nice guy and didn't deserve to die alone. He did recieve a military burial via the kindness of the local V.F.W. and I'm sure that someone somewhere remembered him.

Frozen in time,
the picture of ourselves
reflected in a tramp makes a telling tale.

"He sits alone on his park bench

on this frigid winter morn..................................why don't I want ON?

For hours he's not moved one inch....................for hours he's never moved an inch

His heavy coat is old and torn."

The eyes of blue, yesterday clear,

now dimmed by a light skim of frost.........now dimmed by skim of frost.

To any who once held him dear...............to anyone who held him dear

the chance to reconsile is lost..............all chance to ...

I guess his name is Everyman

who we've cast aside so carelessly....do you need WHO?

A mere glitch in the machine's plan.......I feel this line needs some work.

You know, it could be you or me."

Yours Ann.

You speak of Everyman

But I am told, I can't comment on workshop poetry,
hence I read slyly

But your Everyman includes everyman and woman hopefully.
When I passed by a garden in Montreal,
I observed a beggar sleeping on a bench...Torn shabby dirty apparel
but the inner showed,
as if he had just purchased or picked up one
He was an Every –sort –of Man