Every new day brings fresh lethargy <br />Renewed deceit, increased malaise <br />So the tipping-point arrives <br />The call goes out <br />But there is nothing <br />And no one comes; <br />These 'friends' have failed <br /> <br />Every new year brings fresh poetry <br />A handful of old photographs <br />And the game of remembering names <br />Those pretty kids stand so still <br />Smiling on a beach somewhere <br />Where are they now <br />In these heavy adult years <br /> <br />Every new life brings fresh expectation <br />New-born hope, budding dreams <br />A player joins the game <br />Takes their part in the play <br />And we share our cheats and scripts <br />In some duty-bound illusion <br /> <br />But today <br />There is no heat in the air <br />The streets awash with tears <br />This Northern sky cries every day <br />For the future, for the past <br />For the sadness it has seen <br />It misses us, mourns our departure <br />And dresses itself in black <br />For our recurring nightly funeral <br /> <br />Where did we lose our way <br />When did we wish ourselves away <br />The darling sky begs for answers <br />They're sprayed on crumbling walls <br />They're compass-point scratches on school desks <br />And etched with hearts on lonely trees <br />They're everywhere <br />But we don't always see <br />They're everywhere <br />But we're just too busy <br />They're everywhere <br />And the rain magnifies them for me...<br /><br />B.. Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raining-in-darlington/
