A cripple creeps along the courtyard
Unseen and unheard, he creeps forward
No place to go yet a path to take
"Keep moving", a voice tells him for his own sake
Now let's forget about the rhymes
This man has nothing
And nothing he forever shall have
Choices now are for the greater to make
And he be a paper figure on hand
But just keep moving
Forward and wherever
Anywhere is better than anchored to the ground
"I may never stand", he said
"But I always have somewhere to go"
10 May 2011 3:25am
2 comments:
Love the last lines... The whole poem shows an amazing idea of freedom. I wish I could leave it all and do just that...
Thank you, I'll try to write more.
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