just another poem/ reminder for the holidays |
The girl looks up, eyes full of blue liquid shinning bright they hold many secrets waiting to be told a silent plea comes from within her soul aches for something more will you listen? like barren lands covered in a white nothingness the world walks silently on Downtown he sits wrapped in a blanket, trying to escape the cold people rush by, afraid to be touched by him He looks up silently teeth chattering blue fingertips eyes full of blue liquid shinning bright they too hold secrets waiting to be told, will you listen? He looks away, eyes gone still he, the invisible, left forgotten, unwanted. The Old Man looks within a fire light warms their faces smiles set a' glow children run to and frow adults eating, drinking The Old Man lingers a moment longer, savouring the sight longing for something more eyes full of blue liquid shinning bright they too hold secret waiting to be told, will you listen? he turns away a single tear falls to the white ground tonight is the night the Old Man, among others, lost and forgotten, he lays down upon the snow a tear falls down low why didnt you listen? |