Walking Along

February 24, 2011
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Walking along
The sandy tile floors
Of this ghost town
Kids are sleeping
Up in the trees and parents are Fighting up in the clouds

Walking along
Watching sad faces
Wishing they could live
As they once did

Walking along
Watching the memories
These people once made
Drying my tears
All the sad memories
Are replaced by happy ones

But not this one
This sad young person
Reading this sad young story
Wondering what I'm talking about

My friends
You see
This should be so familiar
Taken from where they belong

This poem
This sad, confusing poem
Can only mean one thing

That walking along
Watching the memories
he faces
The souls
All cry
As we sit in wealth
And wallow in love

Some people,
That walk along
The famine filled streets
Aren't so lucky.

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