Urban old
The sidewalk is cracked and broken
weeds thrive in between the crevices
The houses are falling down
one by one
the fences no longer mended
a lone dog barks his unhappiness
tied to servitude
The reflection of the sun is skewed
urban shadows are fake
manmade shade offers
no comfort from the heat
As I trod along in my mind
Music wafting through a window gives false hope
My old shoes raise
dust as they pass by
a shuffle long forgotten as I sing a lost tune
I laugh a little
The planted flowers are all wilted now
The vibrant green as faded as my dreams
Brown and grey are the colours of my walk
This neighbourhood just doesn't seem to care
Faces from the past replace once vibrant petals
There are no more to fall
at least not for me
This park bench used to be beautiful
The blistered paint once vibrant, is dull and used
Initials carved in long forgotten love are unreadable
I have sat here before in the shade of prosperity
I have sat here in the shadow of dreams
Now I sit in the unrelenting brightness of my failures
Now I sit in contemplation of yesterday
I sit and I try to breathe
Beautiful Jim! Nice to see you back!!
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