Merry A. Berg
Dark Shades - Poem by Merry A. Berg
In the day time he sat in bright light.
In the night he sat in pitch black. Between 9:00 a.m. and 9:00 p.m.
He was mauled, wiped, donned by them. Yesterday a beautiful girl came by.
She almost gave them a try. Behind her a senior man arrived.
He also gave him a try. Of all that people see and hold,
They wish to wear something bold. Yet there he sits lonely, dark, brooding.
Hanging by a small bracket, foreboding. Until a lad should happen by and declare,
"Oh these are cool, more than fair!" Out of the bright light and pitch black
He was taken to be put in a pair of slacks. He heard whistling, he heard humming, a bell!
Ouch! He was jostled, pulled out, do tell! Shoplifting is a crime punishable by law.
Dark shades or not someone saw.
Comments about Dark Shades by Merry A. Berg
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye