Things Rolled-Up

I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark. - Thoreau

darkness and a spent, windy day weighing heavier than bricks

the sidewalk downtown long-since rolled-up and taken in for the evening

enticing the weary and wise alike to a peaceful slumber

a time for curled-up contemplation

i struggle to get comfortable in a bed of nails

as i hear the hand-wound clock in the old mill chime the hours

i take stock of today and ponder the morrow

living on time that's billed and borrowed

who have i been

who am i now

who will i become

as long as i have a ears to hear the music and eyes with which to see

what will be, will be

legs to dance

and one more chance

as long as i have faith to believe

a soul to conceive

understanding and kindness to achieve

along with tears to wipe upon on my tattered, rolled-up sleeve

Author's Note

"Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day. I soon discovered that I was acquainted only with its complexion; and as for the moon, I had seen her only as it were through a crevice in a shutter, occasionally. Why not walk a little way in her light?" - Thoreau

Reviews

[mou]

the moon, night, and tears... Now, they have their shares in my younger self only. I love your strong imagery and semi-told story that evoke long-forgotten days of mine.
-mou

[Pete]

thank you for the wonderful, kind share mou.

[mou]

It is my pleasure!