Clean and well fed <br />pushing white revolving doors <br />until time is up <br />and there is no longer <br />a reason to push <br />and smile <br />and think <br />it will get better <br />and ask for <br />the day to bring <br />another like it <br />before the sign <br />of the cross <br />ends another nightly <br />conversation with God <br />under cool clean sheets <br />inside a neat well lit house <br />below sapphire stars <br />singing sweet existence <br />away from the city <br />and its broken sidewalks <br />where once childhood <br />felt the pulse of <br />war, poverty and hunger <br />but now years later <br />lost childhood is faded <br />replaced by becoming <br />well fed and educated <br />inside a starched shirt <br />pushing white revolving doors <br />still waiting to get off...<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-it-s-over/
