I laid a walkway through the years
winding 'round rocks and trees
avoiding potential pains and fears
Left to guide my footsteps
as well as my children's and peer's
Planned with the utmost foresight and care
each brick laid with love and tears
Years have passed, weeds break from cracks
the winding path of a weathered walkway has now grown old
The bricks sunken with dips and worn tracks
chipped and broken, now covered in mold
Moss growing on the sides and edges
crumbling memories fade in shadows cold
Once a guiding trail for many, but now neglected
a ruin, fallen to forgetfulness, its story told
Then one day a young man passed this way
stumbling over these bricks disregarded
A thought was born from this rubble and decay
from his house all heat had departed
In search he'll no longer need to roam
what was trash now a treasure found and guarded
to build a fireplace to warm his home
one by one he selects these relics discarded
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: August 15th, 2023 06:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
Comments6
Good write SB.
There's a row about a 'wonky pub' being demolished. New owners didn't care about it or its history.
Asphalt, steel and cement never had the appeal that old brick did to me. Oh well... Thanks for the read Orchi
Enjoyed this, Soren - fate of your walkway, the fate of the universe.....
Thanks Dave what goes around comes around they say. So nice that you are back.
Like your walkway, your poem has a rich texture. Very visual.
That walkway is from your past soren and it has led you to the wonderful life that you now have.
Andy
Thanks Andy for the read and most kind comments.
seems like the writing is on the wall ..
Thanks for the review Neville that graffiti has been there a long time
It wasn’t useless .. it helped someone else . A great writing I like your words ))
Thank you for the read and most kind words.
'weeds break from cracks'
such vivid imagery
enjoyed how you kept the same image theme all through the poem
great skill, a great write
thank you! dear Poet
Thanks again L.B. Your words serve as great encouragement.
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