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Even though the streets are dark
I have no trouble finding my way
and even without the use of eyes
I can see as clear as day.
I’ve been walking these streets
for what seems many years
and there's been few changes,
but nothing is as it appears.
Often people don’t acknowledge me
and treat me as though I’m not here,
and then someone will look surprised,
but why this isn’t clear.
The house on the corner is where I was born,
and there’s my granddad closing the door.
Now that’s unusual I’ve not seen him for years,
I think I was three or four.
He looks exactly the same
and he still has that same suit on.
It still looks as good as the day it was bought
even though all that time has gone.
My mum and dad are coming down the street
with a babies pram and they’re laughing.
I’ll have a look to see who the baby is,
why it’s me and I’m coughing!
Orlando Belo
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Monday, December 20, 2010 |
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