Country Life

Country Life

A Poem by Mark

In the village where 
a person was someone
and where known 
was the wall keeping us warm
from the strangers come.
We were never alone.

Now in the city
I pass thousands of faces
who never see me nor I them,
if I try hard not to.
A million souls,
all walking alone.

In warm glow of the big screen
we reach for the remote
to find a balm that won't cure
a distraction that always ends
an addiction that will not quite kill;
being alone.

© 2014 Mark


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I still live in a village. Wouldn't change that for the world, especially after reading your fine poem.

Beccy

Posted 9 Years Ago


Felt My Chilhood Days In Back Of My Mind Reading This

Posted 10 Years Ago


That contrast between the hubub of the crowded city and the country life set down in an expressive piece Mark.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Mark
Mark

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