Dead men sing in the sun
I shamble in shadows of shame
lonely and laughably lame
I search for a crutch, but find none
now who’s the pitiful one
that dwells in a ramshackle shell
the lowliest walking the earth
impatient for sunny rebirth
to join in the chorus as well
and flee inhospitable hell.
Are You Reading Me?
3 comments:
Bob,
I guess that life can sometimes seem better, 'on the other side.'..
Right now the gloomy, foggy weather has covered any hope of seeing the sun....
Roll on springtime!
Eileen :)
ooo nicely put! loved that first stanza - very well written indeed - concise, packs a punch and nice and dark! great work!
Hey Eileen and OT, this was inspired by a poem from Edward Arlington Robinson, here's a link:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174249
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