Holes In Our Day Poem by soren Barrett

Weeds grow through cracks of character, bricks laid with loving care
Deeds, seeds show attacks of nature, growing sticks depicts despair
Walkway from here to there, worn by so many feet over generation's years
Talk may clear fear, air torn sigh, weary to greet conversation's veneers
Roots wind around crumbling seams pushing through time's dust
Routes of shoots found ground tumbling, past dreams grew of rhyme's rust