I often think to myself on long walks home
When i see my shadow stretched out before me
and it's just me
and sometimes the shadow
but mostly it's just me
Sometimes it's raining
other times it's cold
and still I'm walking home
I remember the power station from when i was a boy
it's two great chimneys standing tall on the horizon
Back then it was far away
but now I stand small beneath it
I sit near the edge in the fading gloom
Orange from the gas lights streak the water
Lately i have come here for the silence
and today is no different really
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem with a message!