This city is full of strangers - <br />About seven million or so, <br />Not even including tourists... <br />They come and go freely <br />Through the streets, through the thoughts, <br />Through the lives of each other... <br />Without ever wanting to stay. <br /> <br />Without <br />Looking <br />Back. <br /> <br />That’s probably the way it should be <br />Like the waives of the ocean <br />Come and go <br />Sometimes rough and scary, <br />And so caring and gentle sometimes. <br />They can rock you softly like a baby, <br />So that you’ll forget all your <br />Worries and fears... <br />But if you try to keep a waive <br />From moving forward <br />It will carry you back to the shore <br />And will take off, <br />Off for its <br />Journey... <br /> <br />...without even saying good bye <br />without looking back... <br /> <br />We all know what happened to those, <br />To those keepers who wanted to hold to <br />Things they used to admire and care about, <br />Sweet memories of their lives... <br />We read about them in the Bible, <br />Some people wrote thick books about them... <br />How Lot’s wife turned her head around <br />To look for the last time at her home, <br />Where she lived and where she loved. <br /> <br />And turned <br />Into a <br />Pillar of <br />Salt. <br /> <br />*** <br />...I know this, I know, <br />My friend <br />I better <br />Let you <br />Go, <br />My friend, <br />Without even <br />Thinking of <br />Asking you <br />To stay my friend. <br /> <br />Without <br />Looking <br />Back <br /> <br />Without <br />Looking <br />Back <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />October 5,2005<br /><br />Elena V. Moonray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-4/
