i don't know

Just things that make me sad..

nothing is sadder

than a vacant play ground

with no children's laughter

just weeds all around

and rusted old chains 

they hang in the wind

with a bent metal gate

that no-one comes in

the city rushes by

everyone's on their way

nobody notices

that no children play

and it's so sad to me

so sad to see

i don't know..

 

my soul is touched 

by an old pawn shop

filled with the dreams

someone lost/someone bought 

they sit on the shelves

they hang from the wall

they were somebody's memories

on sale for us all

they all have a story

a history to tell

you only need money

to buy lives gone to hell

 

and it's sad to me

so sad to see

i don't know..

 

there's a feeling i get

when i see old folks stare

are they looking for dreams

that one time was theirs

there's a bitter sweet sound

i hear now and then

it plays at the start 

it plays at the end

how fast our time goes

you can never slow down

our dreams fade away

while we lose what we found

 

and it's sad to me

so sad to see

i don't know..

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jayne Ann Saporito]

Hi Rain, I love this piece, as I do all your writing. But this one is particularly poignant. I remember when I was a young mom walking my babies down the street, one on foot the other in a stroller. And old people leaning on walkers would stare and smile. They must have been remebering their dreams past, and small children, and saying to themselves, "I went there once." Oh, you have made my cry again, Rain!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was amazingly tender and beautiful. The concept reminded me of a John Prine song Souvenirs. It really is a great song, kinda folksy and in truth I like this better. Thank you for sharing this brilliant work with me, you are a truly gifted poet.

[celticwitch344]

Absolutely beautiful and haunting...but SO real and true...nothing less than I'd expect from your writing, darlin'!(:

THANKS for sharing it...

[Steve Thompson]

I feel ya, i like the feeling you attach to your write...it makes it alive, breath and you have to respect the piece as a person...not as words and letters :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I got to say I was moved by this as i reflect on many thing I find sad myself like old farm houses now abandodned and once fertile land used to feed the family and make their living now just dried up grass to go along with there dream of a simple life... well done... humanity sure has a lot of work to do.

[J.Black]

For someone who says they dont know, you sure in hell know alot.
This was really deep and I can relate to everything you said. This stuck out the most though:

"nothing is sadder
than a vacant play ground
with no children's laughter
just weeds all around
and rusted old chains
they hang in the wind
with a bent metal gate
that no-one comes in
and it's so sad to me
so sad to see"

I hate when I dont see that either. I feel like I've grown up to fast and it's all passed me by.

[Jet Lag]

oh, this is etheral... like a breeze across the face while thinking on the porch... the pawn shop part is great and so original. i think you have inspired me to write a story. see, you are the live oak tree, huge with branches that spread over the world, giving life and inspiraration.

[R J Askew]

I found this one more sort of poetic than the one I read earlier. There is a keener observation here maybe. OK it is still personal, but your eye is roving around looking for things to hang the sadness on. Can see the bent gate...and love these lines

... filled with the dreams somebody else bought they sit on the shelves they hang from the wall ...

I can see the dreams hanging there, great stuff! Also like the repeats at the end of each verse which have a real weariness about them. 'it plays at the start, it plays at the end' is also very wistful. One of your best poems this one I think.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your words go deep and touch the heart and soul...

No matter how long I am away from here, I can always read you and feel as though time has stood still! Thank you for always bringing me back!

My best,
Kelly

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very well written poem. You have truly captured a nostalgic yet sad feeling in this poem. Something we can feel and relate to. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[emmajoy]

Superb construction. Tragic words wrapped in beautiful thoughts.

I can't ch oose a line or stanza that touches me more than the rest.. it all does.

It's taken me four tries to type a review, i'm crying at the sadness here.