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On a break from work one day

Poetry By: colin watson

just a small poem I wrote on a break from work in the city

Submitted:Mar 31, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The sun shines down on the cobblestone ground at one thirty.

Cars, footsteps, and a concuffany of conversation.

No scent of a nostalgic history or,

An old business too old to modernise.

Only old faces in a quiet random corner or

The side street musicians echoing

Molly Malone or the rare old times.

A new town built on a forgotten cobblestone past.

Indecisive present, undisclosed future

Coming towards a crossroad.

What part of the future can I stop?

Where in tomorrow's world will I stay?

A wanted grip of a forgettable past.

A fleet of thoughts in an endless mind


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