Musings of a tangled foolA Poem by Alan G StephensAlone in a crowded room
So where SHALL we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning or in rain? These hustle bustle, Voices raised, These far fetched plans Through misty panes. And where the place? Beside my kin! Where all that's right Folds naught without, And though not most them know of yet, My brothers, sisters, here do play. In corner of a bustling bar Lo here sit I Beyond the fray. Beyond the voice that calls away, And never shall I hear it said, “Stand up, stand straight, your kit display.” So even though at distance spread Aside the circle, grown men play, I'll chance right here With less regret My corner burned And here I'll stay. A single thread Yet not alone, Listening for their daily bread, And with per chance This line persist ‘neath searing sky ‘neath songs yet sung. Now if time ever recompense A well met man Of heightened sense, This forcfield all around me sat A crowded bench Set here alone. © 2017 Alan G StephensAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlan G StephensNorth Cornwall, United KingdomAboutLooking to explore creative writing. I've written songs, poems and short snapshot stories but only ever for my own consumption and expression. I'm eager to learn how to improve so any criticism is mos.. more..Writing
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