"Ode to a Barricade"
The lonely and shabby barricade stands
Aloft the broken highway, and its
Orange light, all chipped and shattered.
The street lights hang high above,
The cars pass by hurriedly,
The pedestrians pushing it aside.
And the barricade lies askew, and asks itself:
In today's highway, in yesterday's
And tomorrow's, where will I stand?
Orange light, all chipped and shattered.
The street lights hang high above,
The cars pass by hurriedly,
The pedestrians pushing it aside.
And the barricade lies askew, and asks itself:
In today's highway, in yesterday's
And tomorrow's, where will I stand?
The message that your poem is sending is one that we all stop to think about every once in a while. It is a question that comes to us in nostalgic momentes in life but it is necessary for us to question oursleves that way so that we can put ourselevs in check.
ResponderEliminarI love what I write, both Felix and Manny, a hug and continue this work, I read them.
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