I take simultaneous walks
As I roam the town I once knew
I take strolls through my mind
Of where remnants were situated
Once upon a time
There were walkways lost to nature
And nature lost to walkways
There was a boy who sat idle
Lamenting the lack of change around him
As his elders spoke of spokes in the wheel
Reminiscing on how it used to be
Their accounts lost to time
But their passion never forgotten
I knew the boy well, and them too
As I transitioned through walks of life
New addresses and a shop to buy dresses
Construction sites obscuring landmarks
Potholes that never get adressed
Fresh coats of paint swept our coats away
What is life, if not temporary
Disdain of old formed this stain of old
I jog my memory as I hold a brisk pace
To cherish the city that never slips away
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Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
