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    

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