By brick lined gutters filled with trash
he sits upon the curb
the gray and blighted scene awakes
old feelings that disturb
Hope languishes on this sad street
without an exit sign
barbed wired thoughts arise in him
on painful borderlines
From deep within this lonely soul
black wings begin to rise
soon overwhelming in their size
and birdlike in disguise
Hope springs from littered pavement cracks
as wings of flight emerge
to lift the soul of earthbound man
as flights of spirit surge
Oh hope oh key to open doors
to brighter days to come
oh may creative wings arise
and banish ghoulish slums.
on hope of wings we continue our journey. Some time dismal and painful some time full of love and laughter. Very well written poem. Thanks for sharing.
Hoping for brighter days when all slums will vanished and poverty eradicated from this earth. Noble thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your paintings are also amazing.