Skeleton
Here's a street paved
with songs
and a million ballads to hail-
when the sun dies down and the moon rises once more
when the stars shine brighter
than they ever had before
I would
tell my children that but for
a passing word would I
have passed away.
Here's a street paved with gold,
all dreams lead to Rome-
like
clockwork, come the
rush of trains and the
rattling
of the tracks;
dust falls with frightening intensity.
Here's a street paved
with what might as well be gold;
love is a precious jewel to treasure
and with which
to
prosper- I once knew a little man
with little dreams but a big heart
who charmed his way to happiness, for
although that happiness was
a small fishing boat sailing through the seas
he was happier than many
of those men who live only for success.
Here's a drink to the satisfied men
boys be boys whilst the girls grow up
and while men are told to chase their dreams
women are told to bottle them
up
as if on this silver shining road
my sister's happiness was less than a passing thought to discard.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2016
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