Inspired by "Beneath the Willow" Reminiscing 1967
Thanks, Beth. If you only knew . . .
"No One"
I'm so
Afraid of the storm
This coat
Is thread-bare and torn
These shoes
have holes, they're so worn
No One
has even been warned.
The sky
It cracks and it groans
My gut
It rumbles and moans
I feel
There's ice in my bones
No One
Will ever be shown.
I watch
As great walls come down
I tremble
As they shatter the ground
The smoke
It blackens the sky
No One
Has even asked why.
It's dark
And the wind is so cold
This trembling
Body feels so old
And soon
This body will fold
No One
Will even be told.
Am I
To be condemned
By changes
Blown in on the wind?
And yet
Around life goes on
No One
Will notice I'm gone.
Copyright © Gary Vaughn Schoenfeld 1967, 1989, 2010
Copyright © GaVaS 2010