The Invisible Man

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The Invisible Man

I am the invisible,
You see me,but you dont see the Me,
I am the Old man of our group,
unwanted but dragged along.
I speak in immorality,
I speak in jokes and in anecdotes.
But,yes always,they've hidden notes.
Ponder over and you may see,
and feel what I feel.
You'll know of Morals and of,
my depths, my tho9ughts, and my philosophies.
And about how it feelswhen your people merely hand you the visual chronicler.
And how one gladly accepts it,calling it,
a ****ing "I love to do it".
Yo may know how it feels to be in memories of none other than your own.
A feeling of walking on the Shore,but leaving no imprints.
Yes, you will feel.

I don't know when you'll recieve this,
or when will you decode it all, but I  guess,
by the timeyou know,
This 'sopher will go.
He shall change,for change alone stays,
Though he may wish to stay,
for friends will be back one day,pray.
With whom he can again play.

And yes, do see, you'll one day feel the same,
for always, what I felt now,
you felt,in a few years how.
That's why I am you oldie,
Claiming to be solitary,but forever lonely.
That is why I am invisible,
so near to you eyes and am never detectable.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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