sundown musings

chicken

looking at his shabby clothes,
he sighed
for almost an hour and a half,
the staring contest was not yet done
it was just a brown door with a silver knob
and a small welcome sign,
but he kept on taking back his hand
and stopping it from knocking

suddenly, a creaking sound reached his ears
a girl his age emerged from the door,
she smiled at him and asked,
"hey, come in, you want to audition?"
he was taken aback,
he didn't know what to say--
so he chose the coward way out--
he ran.

years later,
while he was arranging his son's documents,
a piece of paper caught his attention.
already brown and a bit torn
but he knew it very well,
it was the application paper.
a lot has changed since then,
his hair's almost white
wrinkles are all over his face
but he's still a chicken
a chicken who can never go back
to being that small chick

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