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Flaneur:"to idle
about", "An aimless idler; a loafer",
"an idle
man-about-town ",
"one who strolls aimlessly through
urban spaces"
NOTE: In this poem the word "Paris"
is pronounced the French way
"PAR-EE"
The
flaneur just drifts though life,
He has no kids and has no wife,
He lives a life with little strife,
And travels on his own.
He
strolls around in "Gay Paris",
His life is truly fancy-free,
On Seine's Right Bank is where he'll be,
The man just loves to roam.
He
watches men play Boules Ball,
On urban streets and lanes so small,
With traffic lights and city sprawl,
He never feels alone.
He eats
at small outdoor cafes,
Then walks around most every day,
And looks for places he can stay,
He's never going home.
And just
as I love country scenes,
The city life is what he dreams,
With all its noisy street-machines,
And signs of glass and chrome.
And after
all is said and done,
He's travelled 'round and had his fun,
Then laid to rest at setting sun,
His life is etched in stone.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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