Michelle Freeman

Rookie - 0 Points (18 May 1978 / Barbados)

Observations - Poem by Michelle Freeman

Cracking, peeling and tumble down
Walls that look barely pretty now
With openings and holes for windows and doors
Of clouded glass and aged wood –
This is the situation

So every day rise and wake
Smile and be happy for your fate
With musty smells of what has been
Told by every passerby who visits here
This is the reality

Paper, paper everywhere
Files, folders, spiders, creepers
Mixed with dust and age and neglect
Of years, decades of forgetfulness
This is a fact

So on and on and on it goes
When it would stop – nobody knows
No disinfectant can clean it now
But yet they scrub and scrape and paint
This is the sadness

Why exist when you’re already dead
In a world of has-beens and used-to-dos
Where dreams are best kept asleep
Send the wrecking ball for me please
This is the hope

Started on Thursday,27th May 2010
Finished on Tuesday,15 June 2010


Comments about Observations by Michelle Freeman

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010



[Report Error]