Street Lights Poem by Stephanie Souter

On a cold steaming night
All was dark not even one light

Look down the street and you would see
Only the dust in the gutter rolling right past thee

Go to the old resting place
To remember the beautiful face

Roots twisted and rude
Cover the stone upseting there mood

They do have feelings after death
They just cant express it with no breath

Some gave that in there sleep
Making the departure soft, not steep

Some did wrong and caut by suprize
Shouting out into the skys

Some had a illness with a long delay
making there family pay and pay

Black is the color they see
Not orange or yellow.......the colors of glee

The end is neer
The skys getting clear

I need to stopping thinking about after today
I need to be with the flowers of this day

But nobody can stop me
Nor can you see

After this life people will write
About that verry same night

But i will be under the stone
The one that i own

For now im with the flowers
And somtimes the showers

But i know i will get there
Even if i dont think its fair....