Ruthayy Carey


Sundays - Poem by Ruthayy Carey

On a Sunday afternoon, in the middle of
town, you shall find not one person you know.
You shall look around and search the shops,
But there's no one there not high or low.

They're out with their families having some
dinner our simply at the park with friends.
But no one goes to town on a Sunday.
It's not cool to be seen there you know?

You may wonder whats wrong with Sundays, because
I wonder this too. I walk around town all alone,
And search high and low for someone I know
And not one person will answer their phone

And then you go to school and you ask 'What
were you doing this Sunday? 'And they will reply
'I was in town on Sunday, didn't see you, you know? '
'I was there alright.'You will sigh.'Searching high and low.'

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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