Poetry

Thursday, 26 November 2020

What have we all become?

I see in your face the lines I can trace

Back to where we used to run

Through fields and streams in our childhood dreams

Oh what have we all become? 


What have we all become?

You knock on my door, but its not like before

Too many years have past under the sun

Oh what have we all become?


We keep ourselves, like books on the shelves

Some change, fade to dust and some survive,

But strange how time aids and still keeps alive

These things in us that remind of someone

What have we all become?


And it just doesn't seem real, all these things that I feel

They just seem like melodies that are yet to be sung

What have we all become?


All the faces I've seen, show all the things that have been

But darling we've hardly begun

Yet what have we all become?


There are roads that cross in the desert, and tracks that meet in between

And paths we have taken, though some are forsaken

And some are rivers yet to be swum

So what have we all become?


I cross my arms and I wonder, I ponder on those misty things

They come in frightening thunder, they strike like lightning stings

As in my mind all their images hung

What have we all become?


I hold out my palms to catch a falling drop, 

And water is like a balm, that makes the pain stop

But the thought still remains when it's gone

What have we all become?

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