brettig
New Yorker
I See you there again
waiting for night to crack.
Knowledge? Maybe so
but it doesnt ease all pains
nor help to see through rain.
This one's a shower...
To Live with regret
that must be a fear scorned unless
First hand learning is prohibited
Secondhand shunned and third,
third is where you stand
peering at the screen.
In 5 years will it be over?
What will you remember of the storm
behind those faces you never saw?
Trivial silly crap its been called
Did You know them? was it fake?
Was it their entreaties that made you wake?
There was an age when you would rebel
softly and softly toeing back,
Away from what you knew and cherished.
Did you stop and feebly sit, to watch
As friends sought to soar...?
We shall see.
waiting for night to crack.
Knowledge? Maybe so
but it doesnt ease all pains
nor help to see through rain.
This one's a shower...
To Live with regret
that must be a fear scorned unless
First hand learning is prohibited
Secondhand shunned and third,
third is where you stand
peering at the screen.
In 5 years will it be over?
What will you remember of the storm
behind those faces you never saw?
Trivial silly crap its been called
Did You know them? was it fake?
Was it their entreaties that made you wake?
There was an age when you would rebel
softly and softly toeing back,
Away from what you knew and cherished.
Did you stop and feebly sit, to watch
As friends sought to soar...?
We shall see.