Ma. Orosa Street
My shoulders hunched, I take
the quiet, solitary walk
to where I live
As I greet the dirty streets
with a lonely sigh,
the pavement looks back
with indifference
The stars no longer twinkle
as they used to do
in the days of my childhood
have they all fallen?
I go past cluttered corners and see
dirty people in ragged clothes
dreaming in silence
Bogged down, I grasp the meaning of rest.
the quiet, solitary walk
to where I live
As I greet the dirty streets
with a lonely sigh,
the pavement looks back
with indifference
The stars no longer twinkle
as they used to do
in the days of my childhood
have they all fallen?
I go past cluttered corners and see
dirty people in ragged clothes
dreaming in silence
Bogged down, I grasp the meaning of rest.
Hey Lance,
ReplyDeleteThis is nice. Haven't read your poetry for a long time. We should see each other one of these days. Looks like we both feel the same sentiments over totally different matters.
I just quit my job by the way.
Hoping to bump in to you some time,
Kat
So I guess you're taking Law for the next four years. Yes, yes, we should have lunch or dinner sometime. Thanks for dropping by, Kat.
ReplyDeleteOh, and you should start writing again.