Poem: Lucas

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Like Lucas, the man
Who should lead by modernity
Puts on pencil sown trousers
With skin tight shirt, a fashion
That reigned among teenagers
Like forty some years ago
Yet he was already sixty.

The sayings of the man
Which betray his thoughts
Sound archaic.
His steps which suggest
His actions look priggishly
Sluggish.
Even his laughter meant for humour
Is often a display of clenched teeth.
Nature denied him
Good sense of humour.

What of tying a scarf round his neck
Mostly when there was cold
Which likes of Lucas cherished most
Forty some years later.

What sort of man is he
Wondering why here he comes again?
Wagged observer's rambling tongue
To the old fashioned thinking man

Remarkable for intruding and poke-nosing
In matters where he is never invited
With his archaic thoughts which
Added to his fragmented disposition
Although ignorant of the. All
He's not modern in thoughts
And fashion.

Lucas
Old man with very old fashioned ideas
Who thinks he is so important remains
The most object of his comparison
As he raises his shoulders to a height
Denied him.
And imposes his ideas and suggestions
Where his level of reasoning has denied him.



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Como Lucas, el hombre
Quién debe liderar por la modernidad
Se pone pantalones cosidos a lápiz
Con camiseta ceñida a la piel, una moda
Que reinaba entre los adolescentes
Como hace cuarenta años
Sin embargo, ya tenía sesenta años.

Los dichos del hombre.
Que traicionan sus pensamientos
Sonido arcaico.
Sus pasos que sugieren
Sus acciones parecen mojigatas.
Lento.
Incluso su risa significaba humor.
Suele ser una muestra de dientes apretados.
La naturaleza le negó
Buen sentido del humor.

¿Qué hay de atar una bufanda alrededor de su cuello
Sobre todo cuando hacía frío.
¿Qué gustos de Lucas apreciaba más?
Cuarenta y tantos años después.

que clase de hombre es
¿Se pregunta por qué aquí viene de nuevo?
La lengua divagante del observador meneado
Para el hombre de pensamiento pasado de moda

Notable para entrometerse y hurgar en la nariz.
En asuntos donde nunca es invitado
Con sus pensamientos arcaicos que
Añadido a su disposición fragmentada
Aunque ignorante de la. Todos
No es moderno en pensamientos.
y moda

Lucas
Viejo con ideas muy anticuadas
Quien se cree tan importante se queda
El objeto más de su comparación.
Mientras levanta los hombros a una altura
lo negó.
E impone sus ideas y sugerencias
Donde su nivel de razonamiento le ha negado.

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