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 © | Year Posted 2016

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