when meaning has faded away <br />like the dawn resided the day <br />and you have no sense of purpose <br />but the loneliness of each second <br />or the cheap happiness of a <br />two word rhyme, you'll see <br />a man smoking, gazing into the sky <br />fearing, doubting, questioning <br />what is it, and why? <br />A life composed of events <br />bound by not a single thread <br />and the woman in the blue dress <br />watching children throwing snowballs <br />sighing, doubting, knowing <br />for the uglyness seeks itself a place <br />where her beauty is unwelcome. <br /> <br />But it wasn't always like this, <br />oh no, <br />lost souls were once beacons of more hopeful <br />seas <br />and the air between us <br />was not always cold <br />nor planted with doubt <br />and the words once sang loud in the churches <br />and even louder inside. <br /> <br />And often the realisation that it's gone <br />is the only thing you have. <br />And yet, <br />I can feel the snow on my cheek, <br />I can feel the wind on my cheek, <br />It is true, the Gods are cruel but, <br />that is all i have, and now i ask of you <br />don't let it slip out of your hands, <br />no matter how old or young or trembling, <br />don't be like so many others, <br />wasted, withering, dying inside, <br />hold it, feel it, alight it with a flame <br />let it burn for a second, not more, <br />only enough, <br />only so that it would burn a hole <br />through a heart of those with no <br />heart.<br /><br />I.J. Benjamin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-mice-and-men-3/
