A Man on a Bench

Posted by: inbablog on: October 14, 2008

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Cars come and go past,

Their fumes fade into air,

But I am as I was

People fall in and out of jobs,

Beggars sing their sorrows,

But I am as I was

Birds search for companionship,

Dogs bark at new faces,

But I am as I was

The sky changes colours,

Rainbows become shades of grey,

But I am as I was

The Sun goes to sleep,

And streetlights burn out,

But I am as I was

Buildings collapse on themselves,

Winds make the fire grow,

But I am as I was

Forests bloom from the deserts,

Houses sprout from ruins,

But I am as I was

I get up purposefully from my spot,

Only to turn out,

As I was

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