White Pavement

Tom Wood

 

Today the world will be better

Why? Because I said so

I’ll throw on my tight-knit sweater

Make my way through the snow

 

The sun seems to be softly, gently fading

The ground reflects her meaningfully hazy gaze

She’s blinding me, yet I find myself phrasing

What about this moment could truly amaze

 

White pavement, rolling on for miles

Carries varieties of many, many things

Flying, giddy hearts and welcoming smiles

Broken, beaten souls and never-ending trials

This path’s mixed lament… I hear, it sings

 

Who has been on this white walkway?

My thoughts tremble, footsteps stumble

Does the snow even realize everything?

Everything that makes it crumble?

 

Does it feel the stampede of feet?

Wearing it down, or is it oblivious to that fact?

People spit on it, paint it… Yet

We complain when we see it cracked

 

Maybe we’re all just a white pavement

Under the worlds rushing feet; they flow

But, I promise today the world will be better

Why? Silly, because I said so

 

So, throw on that tight-knit sweater

Ignore all the unkind remarks they throw

You have a beautiful walk ahead of you

A white pavement, directly through untouched snow

 

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2019 20:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: This one is the newest, freshest poem from my mind! I literally just wrote it, I decided I would try to do a sort of motivational reflection poem. I think sometimes we expect too much out of people, things that are normal for what we believe or expect that they don't understand or don't follow. This poem is about how, when not treated well, our opinions can really rub off badly when shared in unkind ways, even to those we may not think it affects. Anyways, I'm done being philosophical. I hope you enjoy this write :)
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    A fine write Tom. I'm a bit old, lol - to be too philosophical this time of the morning (here in UK now). heehee.



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