i don't know

i don't know

A Poem by Rain
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Just things that make me sad..

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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..
 
 
 
 

© 2008 Rain


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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!

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Rain, I have missed reading you! You have such a gift, an uncanny way of reaching the reader, making them feel. This entire piece filled the page with sadness and thought, but, yes, these lines captured the essence of despair....
nothing touches me deeper
as an old pawn shop
filled with the dreams
somebody else bought
they sit on the shelves
A Magnificent piece, my friend!!!

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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
and it's sad to me
so sad to see
i don't know..


this is more than genius.Its unquenchingly beautiful yet so sad.
It reminded me of the lyrical style of morrissey in a way.
the poem is full of wit and despair
hope and disappointment
a yearning to go back to the past and refuse the future waiting.
amazing

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Antique stores have always done it for me, knowing most of it is aquired through estate sales. I always wonder why the person bought it, what it meant to them and what they did in life. Whenever I bring something home from one of those shops, I always feel as though it's accompanied by someone elses memories.

The vacant playground, empty memories and vacant stares were very vivid - reminding me we tend to look to "things" for happiness.

I guess we need look no further than the mirror and those closest to us for happiness.

Well done!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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A true expression of the heart. You captured everyday, real life things we often overlook without a second glance and molded them into a wonderfully emotional piece. Nice work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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somebody's memories

somebody's fall

and it's sad to me

I always wonder that too about the pawn shop ~ That really got to me~

other people's dream/memories and perhaps their final fall~ from where they

once were and their lifestyle~ that they had to pawn their cherished dreams

because of hard times~ so beautifully penned and expressed in your lovely poem~

THanks Rain, once again you write of real life straight from your heart~Fran



Posted 15 Years Ago


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for some reason i really liked the pawn shop lines. no one gets deep about that type of thing, glad to see someone touch on something new

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what a sad write...it touches the heart and soul. things forgotten, things that were and never will be again. it makes me think of things as well....

a good piece of work, Rain. you always know how to touch the innermost emotions. thanks for sharing this. :)

Amanda

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Quite beautifully done! Again you have touched hearts with your words. I think most everyone can relate to this in some part of their lives. Having just recently lost my mom, I FELT this poem to the bottom of my toes. Thank you for sharing.

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Wow. I read this late last night, I wasn't logged on or anything but it stuck with me and I came back to let you know how much I enjoyed your piece. Three stanzas long but has enough weight to carry the world. Fantastic writing, Rain!!!

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Yes this is sad, things we take for granted, but there is a reason behind. The pawn shop, touched me someone elses memories. Oh how I can relate.

I enjoyed the artistry in this poem, impressive.

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