|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
The Walls Between
Contributed by
lastwaltz
on
Sunday, 5th October 2003 @ 06:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
|
Mary always seems like she’s waiting for something
But she doesn’t seem much to mind
There’s something in her smile that whispers
She’s got nothing but time
She tenderly keeps her bar at night
Keeping each bottle clean and in its place on the shelf
And every now and then, you can hear her mumble
“I miss you so much” to herself
Mary sits on the back row of the church
While Cherish chooses the front
She prays for her kids a better life
That they will know peace and joy and love
Cherish spends her nights on the corner
Down by Rico’s taco stand
She’s come home with bruises a time or two
But she’s never let her children see her with a man
Her children are kept safe at night
By Susan, who lives next door
She’s getting older in years now
And she’s never cared for kids before
She knows now what she has been missing
And cries that she’s just too late
She remembers all the boys she turned down
When she thought she had the time to wait
The walls between them stand firm and tall
Keeping each woman’s life to her own
But they all blend together at their core
With their hopes and dreams, what they’ve reaped and what they’ve sown
Sonny watches Cherish come home every morning
As the ash on his cigarette grows long
He picks up his guitar after awhile
And writes her another song
His band plays in a little beer joint downtown
And Sonny hits his finest notes when he pictures her walking in the door
He reminds himself to keep hope and be patient
Because he saw her there once years before
Billy sits alone at the bar
He listens with care to every band
They take him back to long-gone days
When he thinks he was a better man
Sonny is his favorite, although he doesn’t know why
He doesn’t notice the crowds or how Sonny moves them
He just watches Sonny’s fingers glide over the guitar strings
And wonders if he ever had that in him
Billy comes home every morning to a man he used to love
They’ve had separate bedrooms now for a year
Chris doesn’t bother to get up anymore
But losing Billy is his greatest fear
He watches Billy drink himself closer to death
And he cries all the tears Billy can’t let out
Chris doesn’t know where they both went wrong
But he thinks it was when they started wondering what life is all about
The walls between them stand firm and tall
Keeping each man on his own
But they all bleed together in the end
Through all they’ve lost and found, what they’ve reaped and what they’ve sown
Copyright ©
lastwaltz
... [
2003-10-05 06:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
