~The Lone Wolf~

A dark figure appears, the street lamp burns bright
Shadowing silently into the night

This man so aloof, travels here on his own
He faces each moment, each day, all alone

He knows what he knows and keeps it in mind
Moving with purpose, his eyes are kind

He walks past the woman waiting for her love
And wonders when he'll get his own from above

Restless and wandering, thinking of life
Wondering at the continual strife

He looks much younger than his thirty years
And nobody knows of his darkest fears

Pulling a book from his overcoat pocket,
He finds nestled there his mother's old locket

Stopping, he opens it only to find
Similar eyes staring back, the left side is signed

He shoves it away, along with emotions
And continues along with quick, jerking motions

He'll sit with his book once again and just learn
While beneath his skin the fire will burn

His wall is adorned with yellows and greens
Artwork, but nobody knows what it means

Only he, in his mind, as he thinks far too much
Of everything he's done, and should do and such

The silence a deafening roar in his ears
He looks at the table; he's knocked back two beers

The cat that he rescued from out in the cold
Jumps up on his lap with a collar of gold

The man smiles and pets him, then leans back his head
Once again on this night alone to bed

But that is the way of the Gemini man
He's living his life just the best that he can

"The Lone Wolf" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed  2010