The Man on Memoryville Avenue

 I saw a man on Memoryville avenue the other day,

We shared a glance, through a ring of “milds” smoke.

Both were caught in unchartered territory,

Both unaware, both uncertain, both misfits.

Our jokes crackled the lanes of our universe, together (by chance), we were on a journey of our own motorcycle diaries.  

 

I saw a man on Memoryville avenue the other day,

His smile was annoying and goofy, but there was a big heart behind those stained whites.

We were infectious, and Sinbad on those rapids,

While others thought we were “the chimneys”, we believed, we were nothing less than the flames of Solomon.

 

I saw a man on Memoryville avenue the other day,

We jumped to the other side of the wall together.

With dreams and aspirations in our eyes,

Our plans were big on changing the world.

We thought the camera was mightier than the pen or the sword,

but then we forgot that the bullet brings its own plight.

 

I saw a man on Memoryville avenue the other day,

We drifted away yet were strung together with a thread.

A thread, which kept us together through thick and thin,

Deep down, we knew we were a call away, always on the brim.

 

I saw a man on Memoryville avenue the other day,

Some referred to him as the burning star, some referred to him as their guardian angel

Some referred to him as their mentor, while some, their teacher.

He was a man of many colours, a man for all seasons, as they said.

 

But, between the two of us, you were always “Danny boy”.

The man I met on Memoryville avenue.