Disappointment |
Silver Leaves Fell I dreamt last night An orphaned boy wandered lost Amid a crowd Asking here, begging there Reaching for a hand Tears streaming down his eyes, No one noticed Unless he danced Sang Shined their shoes. They noticed him, Not his tears Not his determination He knew where he needed to go But he couldn’t get there alone, Cause it burned inside him like tears and hunger Burned his stomach. Like loss and loneliness Bubbled up like bile. I dreamt last night Of a lonely boy He held out a quarter and a man took his hand. Promised to show him the way. Promised he’d traveled the same road. Trust me. Just don’t love me. I’ll only hurt you. I’ve too much love in my life I can’t spare any for you Lonely child. But I’ll walk with you for a while. I’ll listen for a while. They found a quiet tree Where the child cried For himself For mankind For love he’d never known. He felt better and slept beneath the tree. When he awoke the man was gone. He searched and searched. From the top of a hill He watched the man laughing, playing with the other children. He smiled. Then he heard the song they sang. Of the pathetic lonely boy Poor thing Poor wretched thing To never know love More the better for us More quarters for us. More for those that matter For those who believe. The man saw the boy on the hill He waved at him. The boy just turned and walked away. All the beauty he gave turned upon itself All the things he said evaporated And with it the desire to fight With it, the desire for love For life. His knees buckled. The earth reached up and tugged at him His legs becoming roots His arms branches Silver leaves sprouted and Fell like tears. A sad sullen tree Forced to listen to their song Till the end of their time came. And his silver leaves fell like tears When he watched them fall one by one. He couldn’t help it He loved despite their hurt He felt each loss despite their Disregard. Despite the loneliness. Despite the falling silver leaves. He loved. Till life could grieve no more. He died amidst a gathering of silver leaves. What was the point of all this? He would never know. Love sucks and life is fragile. Love is greedy, and we are cowards. The leaves blew away As though it had never happened. Had it? Had it even mattered? Does anything matter When love sucks and we are cowards? |