So you know your facts
You're an expert I hear
Have you been where I am
Not likely I fear
On a cold lonely night
Will you walk this way slow
Past yellow shadows
Past narrow lamp glow
Deep down the street of dread
Whilst soft music cries
To you of deep sin
And tear sodden lies
All the night dogs line up
They snarl at your fright
But you are an expert my friend
A bad nights delight
Come show the way
Past problems that bleed
I smile in the dark
Oh, you're just what I need.
I think everyone has an opinion and sometimes that is taken as knowledge. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Knowledge is very much expressive. Knowing facts we know attitudes around. Smiling in the dark to have light of knowledge is amazingly expressive. Nice sharing.10
I so much appreciate your comments.Thank you Geoffrey.