On the sides of the road <br />they're sleeping shutter down <br />on this cold dead's abode <br />alphabets rusty brown! <br /> <br />Some moment time of year <br />bright minute dark hour <br />you cannot remember <br />all the wind blown flower! <br /> <br />You were crying at the time <br />yet wove a joyous drape <br />bleeding heart spun a rhyme <br />found a vent some escape! <br /> <br />Through the ache wrote a yarn <br />while breaking all the while <br />played a fiddle on the burn <br />wore a woeful neon smile! <br /> <br />Walk once more the dead's abode <br />show a light dust the page <br />read the lines on the road <br />your poems that would never age!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-old-poems/
