Feeding the ducks

His nose is rosy,yet people say his chances are dim

He is so chatty,yet people say he is a recluse

He chooses whom to interact with,yet people say he is unwise

He bathes,dresses and ties his turban neatly,yet people say he is shoddy

He never abandoned anyone,yet his kids gave up on him

He usually meets me,at the lake.Where he feeds the ducks

He feeds them slowly,always in control,yet people say he is chaotic

He laments “I wish the same ones come back to me,but they don’t”

The ducks don’t but I always do…

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