Wonderful <br />full lost wonder <br />of what we use to be <br />before the cotton mended <br />into New York Madison sin <br />of what we really shoud be <br />before the peace arrives <br />with open windows <br />waving crooked smiles <br />home from pacing miles <br />stopping for the rest to <br />catch up to sounds of broadway <br />with magic glee <br />and COLORED glory <br />we record the fleeting second <br />of creativity at it’s freeest point <br />of no turn backs <br />like dirty underwear after death <br />fade away a thought<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/train-ride-home/
