Friday, March 5, 2010

Ma. Orosa Street

My shoulders hunched, I take
the quiet, solitary walk
to where I live

As I greet the dirty streets
with a lonely sigh,
the pavement looks back
with indifference

The stars no longer twinkle
as they used to do
in the days of my childhood
have they all fallen?

I go past cluttered corners and see
dirty people in ragged clothes
dreaming in silence

Bogged down, I grasp the meaning of rest.

2 comments:

  1. Hey Lance,

    This is nice. Haven't read your poetry for a long time. We should see each other one of these days. Looks like we both feel the same sentiments over totally different matters.

    I just quit my job by the way.

    Hoping to bump in to you some time,
    Kat

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  2. So I guess you're taking Law for the next four years. Yes, yes, we should have lunch or dinner sometime. Thanks for dropping by, Kat.

    Oh, and you should start writing again.

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