LEADEN BONES
(not everything is heavy)
The path is not broken
And to you it is calling
Waiting for you to awoken
But your bones are leaden
How nice it is that you can sleep
Knowing many people out there still weep
They suffer starvation with poverty
While you are snoring with certainty
How nice it is that you can afford
Shoes and necklaces you hoard
While they are screaming for a little
A leftover food for dinner would settle
Hours are measurably dancing away
Hairs are turning grey
Albeit tomorrow is another day
You cannot replace what is yesterday
But tomorrow could be momentous
If you give yourself a boost
Your leaden bones are imaginary
Mere illusions that you are lazy
Move. One step, is all it takes
Do it when you are awake
Show them you are not a fake
Feel the difference it makes
You have the decision of a lifetime
Whether speak, write, sing or just whine
They wait for you to tread upon the path
So all can relish peace at last
By simply caring to think
Or exercising empathy
Such simple act, if done by many
Can bring back order easily
YOU ARE READING
The kid.
PoetryA series of quatrains about brokenness, poems about my dress, and words written for the wordless.
