I wander through the corridors of time
Visiting the rooms there in my mind
And some faces I see again
A few that I call friends
Some rooms are like an old friend
And others feel like it is at all ends
Where do I linger most
In the places with spectral ghosts
Wanting to find why they linger
And to whom are they pointing an accusing finger?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Very entertaining poem so cutestly composed. Gorgeous end rhymes. I like very much the concluding line, very assertive, dear Paul. Hearty greetings from The Netherlands
An insightful and thought provoking poem on mind. Thank you Paul....10
Mind retains many events, episodes and friendships and is at a loss, sometimes wondering who is to blame?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
So is the life. A thoughtful poem. I liked the contents and the flow.5*****