The Wall Clock And The Stairs....

all the sad and lonely people
they are all here
gathered,

all the sad and lonely people
they are all here
and i listen, listen all too well

and i ask myself, from where do all these lonely people come from?
and i ask some of them, from where do you come from?

all the lonely and sad people do not answer
they are well dressed, and square and straight and prim and proper

their lips are sealed and their gazes are deep
all the lonely and sad people with their wits on, their wisdom kept

in the silence of their boxes
that thorax, that ax on their backs
no blood at all, no sound, nothing so bad to see

from all these sad and lonely people
who have gathered here

knowing perhaps that we all look the same,
and behave in the same manner

of the wall clock and the stairs.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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