Tuck Shop
Tuck Shop
What is it humans do,
When the box of chocolates sours in their hearts,
What is it humans want,
When the jelly babies perish
Like the grasp upon excitement,
When the tuck shop finally shuts;
What is it that we do???
Why the feeling fantasies of children
Care to live this world at all,
When numbed against the wind of change
Takes the innocence we are.
Dreams of all,
Dreams too tall to mention
In the weeping of a verse,
Are all but never ever lived,
Not like the days of old
In infants clothes -
Where jollity took a stroll round
Every corner,
And only happiness,
Shed tears.
Michael J Waite 27th October 2010.
<Deleted User> (7164)
Thu 28th Oct 2010 11:47
Your poetry always touches on elements of life Mike. There is a touch of sadness in this one that reaches the soul and tugs at heart strings.
This kind of poetry is difficult to write but you do it so well.x