Timeless
These concrete wall are now shades of grey.
These tall steel bars are now rusting away.
This has been my home
Slow days move on by and the night owl will sing
I'll keep my eyes closed and hope for a dream
of yesterday's world.
There is no tomorrow I live only now
Repeats for the future as the night moves on down.
And the night owl will cry.
With hair turning grey and bars on each side,
these strong concrete wall that keep me inside,
will now sit me free.
My yesterdays gone, and tomorrow is now
I'll start my walk home as the dark falls on down.
And the night owl stands still.........
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
