I Have Come

I have come,

To mend the collapsing buildings,

Glue back together the shattered windows,

Piece by piece

To refurbish the foundation,

Upholster the empty chairs,

To fill each crack in the sidewalk,

So once more it's safe to walk on

Come to strip the road of pot holes,

And fix the bird houses on the doorstep,

So that once more they can sing,

Bring life to this solemn city

Restore the sagging flowers,

Light the city with extravagant colours,

And recondition the lifeless shutters,

Hanging by their rusty hinges

To rewire the phone lines,
And shuck the peeling paint,
Collect the loose bricks,
Build a wall with those

Demolished piles of rock,

Recycled; put to good use

For I have come to mend the city,

Repair it's crumbling buildings

But now I have come to find,

After traveling from a far,

Without stopping for a moment,

It's not the city that needs be remodeled

But the people who dwell in it,

The broken souls,

With broken hearts,

Who refuse to say they're nothing but Ok

Author's Note

I hope you like it, reviews are greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Emily B]

we need more repairers of cities and people

[Holly Soques]

Good poem, I love how you've brought to life the common misconception that the symptoms need to be solved, when in reality there would be no symptoms if the root cause were, in a sense, rooted out in the first place. Also, the setting of this in a large city does wonders in terms of explaining how this is a common problem, namely, that most residents in those large cities have broken souls and broken hearts barely hidden behind a facade. Good work!

[The White Wolf]

I LOVE it. I love the way it slowly brought you to that great ending with such beauty. It is not the facade but the interior that is crumbling. The inside, the heart, that is deteriorating. Such a powerful message. Brilliant.

[Teenage Romeo]

That's really good like rebuilding a bad past