Moments Poem by jim hogg

The subway's too busy, the street is too fast
Eyes missing moments we value too cheaply

A word or a sentence released to relieve
Severs or chills, and a chance is missed

A dream or ambition gives power and pride
And promise leaps brightly into the sky

Where totems and titles are raised in vain
Agendas, divisions inch into the light

Old age's regrets don't mean very much
As time sneaks away and the past gets revised

Our kisses in haste, and the words never said
Leaves on the Sycamore slowly turn red

‘Til a voice mumbles horror we'll never unhear
And moments too real crowd suddenly in..

When did we last walk down by the riverside
Far from the smoke and the dust, you and I?


11 09 08