behind the well lit window, <br />the coffee pot churns. <br />doors open and close, <br />and hair is combed. <br />in silent hurry, <br />the day laid out, <br />life goes on, life goes on. <br /> <br />things left unsaid, <br />perhaps a note. <br />the brush in passing <br />through the tangled hallway. <br />the tv news, grey anvil tongue. <br />eyes squinted, life goes on. <br /> <br />while on a vacant corner, <br />in an empty house <br />neath a burned out bulb, <br />nothing gathers in shadows... <br />prayers fall on deaf ears. <br />an empty bed, and the shelves are bare, <br />nothing rhymes nothing, <br />life goes on!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-goes-on-74/
