I walked the green mile
In search for the prize.
I walked the green mile
My colors disguised.
The jogger ran by,
A millionaire with speed.
The homeless rolled through,
Empty bottles in need.
The Innocent children
Flew their kites so high.
The rebellious teenager lay tired
unafraid to die.
He mumbled he jumbled,
But for his wisdom I did not come.
He was paranoid and indecisive,
After his soccer ball he did run.
I turned my back,
Heading home.
I smiled to the moment,
This time I wasn’t alone.
1 comment:
Gd I wish I knew the background to your writing. Er not Your writing but your writing.
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