Before We Go Upstairs Poem by Saul McCandless
Before We Go Upstairs
Can we forget
the past and what it has left us
A conundrum of dead messengers
I but tempt
my self to do what others pretend
A lackadaisical relief, golden shored
I by example
lead my Mother astray as she wanted
Blame your children’s children
Can we watch,
lift the latches on the front gates
Opening into the yard of yards
Beach because
you know you should be doing
More for you and yours too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 12:16:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
