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!

[*** Hey Jude***]

Your compassion is well shown in this piece that touches the reality of sadness with such powerful, but yet gentle way. You have such a beautiful gift of touching the soul my friend, Excellent! ~ Judi :-) xo

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Thats so gentel and sad poem, very sensative Thanks for sharing your thoughts Yossi

[Dezaraye]

These are things that make me sad, too. I love the way you write, Ray, it's always so beautiful. You fill my mind with images. I agree with Emily ... it must be this kind of day all around.

[Emily B]

nothing makes me sadder
than hearing blue notes
in the words of a friend
and not knowing
what to say to make it better.

It's just that kind of day all around the block. :-)