Seán O Muiríosa

Rookie - -6 Points (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

Saddest City Lane - Poem by Seán O Muiríosa

I once walked by the saddest city lane
And saw an old man there, all ragged and plain.
He sat alone by a glowing fires flaring light
An empty wine bottle before him, a sorry, sorry sight.

All he wanted was some shelter and to forget pain,
But the night would spite him that, all it’d bring is cold rain.
And I just walked on, on in wonder, on towards home
Remembering fire in his eyes with mine on the gloam.

Comments about Saddest City Lane by Seán O Muiríosa

  • (1/18/2007 12:44:00 PM)

    Sean - a sad, yet vivid picture you have painted here.
    Take care. Joey
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  • (1/1/2007 9:05:00 AM)

    This be a picture to ponder........well written................... (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2006 3:46:00 PM)

    A sad picture you painted without any brush marks, excellent Sea'n........
    The picture makes a tatoo in everybody's heart.
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  • (1/13/2006 4:08:00 AM)

    I see that everyday myself
    Lovely poem
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  • (1/9/2006 6:14:00 PM)

    gloam's an interesting word...twilight...the time before dusk or dawn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 9, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 28, 2006

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