wrote this two yrs ago,,26/01/2010 to be exact ,,it`s a bit out there...but thats me.
summers warmth...
in the evening time i walk
an old lady throws crumbs to the city birds
and nervous..they fly away..
the sound of the cars ,as they pass by..
yesterdays newspaper lies on a park bench..
the paint is now peeling,the green was deceiving
for the grey metal sign says,some one of importance
once sat here,, and as now disappeared .......
lovers embrace by the stones of an old grave
some one once brave,gave his life.....
just to say,i am now free...
and the times are fallen of grace
a brides covered face..hidden by white laces
the people applaud and turn silent
as she smiles for the camera
when i have peace ,then i shall have roses
flowers in the hand of child....
i`ve embarked on journeys of discovery
i found out that it`s true ...but flawed..
and Septembers nights have drawn close.
drawn closer,still......
i will always remember the keeper of the will
and the old lady throws crumbs to the city birds
and they fly away..
they take their fill..
and they fly away..
...........
is it poetry,is it a song.is it a limerick or a sonnet gone wrong,,is it alive. is it in pain...can you feel it,can you explain
