The Lonely Poet

he stood still alone in a crouded room no air just smoke in a cloudy ploom felt the heat of their eyes better talk soon the sweat beed creaped from cheek to chin dont think youll forget now its time to begin so the poet rhymed his lonely line..... the church bell toll tweve in a row he watched all the morners go to plant a seed to a tree will grow hand in hand they gathered round and prayed so loud not making a sound the strenth of harts and minds over broken glass many times you walk once dream lover dont shout just talk on that misty night so long now least you forgot we were happy as can be now this is all she sees is it love or hate one beleaves empty streets dark damp and wet their is nothing left now just regret the life you had you now forget its just a dream to you your sky is never blue and age has left you blind