A Morning Street Scene Poem by Danny Ballan

Wearied by their backpacks on the move;
To go or not to go is a point they yet must prove;
And so life goes.

Daydreaming about a way to escape the dull routine;
Mustering all the gifts and the follies of their lost teen;
And so life goes.

Many pass over the same old damn foolish steps;
Their minds are wide closed and sealed are the lips;
And so life goes.

And far took them the stroll dying to be seen;
Their hearts have no clue, yet as always so keen;
And so life goes.

The same noises of every day to scare away the silence;
Nothing is really heard; lost are the words and the sentence;
And so life goes.

Waiting for what they have always been waiting for;
Tired of waiting, yet they can always wait a little more;
And so life goes.

The birds grew tired of singing when nobody cared;
They would pick their eyes to listen if they so dared;
And so life goes.

One big river carries all; it never thinks; it just so flows;
The same history is written over and over and nobody knows;
Why life so goes.