Door Knob Questions Poem by Tom Squires

Along in the evening
A rustling of laughter
Sometimes we notice
If we stay there long after
Faded are paint chips
Near long un swept corners
Lying like rubble
On time's distant borders
The floor it creaks
Under my footstep
As I turn to make it
Back where I came from
Sometimes we feel it
In pain that is fleeting
The last ray of sunlight
The heart as it's beating
Stronger in music
Bolder in silence
Keeps me from missing
The game that we're playing
I guess I'll be going
Somewhere with some friends
We'll make it together
With all of our own ends
Just for the moment
No need to hurry
Here for the long run



2016 Tom Squires