Dos Viejos
Alberto Cortez
Two Old Men
Two old men on the beach were chatting
not knowing I was close enough to hear.
If only you could see the pair they made!,
sitting by the sea... as night fell.
One talked about a boat he had,
tamer of the wild, crashing waves,
of the fish he used to catch back then;
and the other, silent, just listened.
They shared their stories, their boasts
and so they passed the time together.
"Grandpa... let’s go, it’s getting late...!"
a little girl interrupted their tales.
"Goodbye... see you tomorrow... if God wills it,"
and tomorrow will be just like yesterday,
like today, like always...
and they each went their separate ways.
Two old men on the beach were chatting
not knowing I was close enough to hear.
If only you could see the pair they made!,
sitting by the sea... as night fell.
