Beyond Imposing Gates

Beyond imposing gates there lies the place Where charming children of the leisure class Live out their carefree days at tranquil pace And play patrician games on greener grass. Across the street stands shyly a small boy In beggarly attire all wet by rain: He watches bound by grief and craves the joy Which he is never destined to attain. The view before him puzzles and defies His dream of justice on this cheerless day. He shakes his head, draws closer still and sighs, But then he bites his lip, turns back and walks away. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com