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Great Expectations

We never spoke He was just a statistics my went over As our car rode pass Did not want to blow my cover I am emerging middle class. And he Still a young man Abandoned to his blackness - A living sample of a whole generation Lost in our snottiness Why did I look at him so long Was something familiar misplaced In the cloud of my mirror? He had no where to put his hands His pockets were nervous, shivering I guess the presence Of his hands bothered them too This is Conway And from this mountain I see mist No dreams - a very significant fact Amidst the sprawl of white Cotton littering the eyes - I passed another crop behind ... Tobacco, something to clear the mind These are farming folks, well mannered too Family grows green here and jubilant I flog my mind to comprehend The passive air of contentment Within boundaries frazzled with history Here is a young man without knowledge of it Mirror of self Map of today and tomorrow Here is apathy to the pall of sorrow This a cul-de-sac of memory He chews his tobacco hungrily

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 12/11/2009 5:51:00 AM
Great insight in your words... I enjoyed this deeply touching poem.. thankxxx so very much for reading so many of my poetry today ..much appreciated if I can make someone's day special and bright... good to make new friends too... keep sharing ... all your beautiful thoughts.... blessings... luv... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"
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