Brian James Caffrey
Thoughts On The Steps Of Door 60 Opposite St.Stephens Green. - Poem by Brian James Caffrey
Who am I?
Am I the man with a briefcase in one hand and a mobile in the other rushing through the street?
Will I be still standing after the crushing blows that life at my soul throws?
What makes me so different from everyone else?
Am I not human?
Will I not sin if tempted?
Will I not take revenge if wronged?
Will I become another cog in this concrete machine?
But is there still hope! ?
For the true heart of Dublin is not the clanking of this dead materialistic metallic machine but the beating of this natural oasis.
The only constant in this ever changing city.
Time will tell if I have the strength and virility of nature to face the changes of these infertile, artificial landscapes.
Will my convictions stand the testament of time or suffer under the pressure of this compassionate-less world of mine...?
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