And I, Of Oblivious Need

27 Aug

In a church outside of Boston,
a lone candle holds a flame;
it burns e’er for some lost son,
tho’ no one knows his name.

In town, ‘ere is a circus show,
and ‘ere, in the center ring,
stands a man who seems to know
he could have been a king.

In bed of some forgotten stall,
an orphan girl weeps a while;
she stands barely three feet tall,
and she never seems to smile.

In the sky, I see stars go out,
as of those souls spent in vain;
and, one by one, I’m left without,
ne’ermore to sing their refrain.


Posted by on August 27, 2016 in My Poetry



7 responses to “And I, Of Oblivious Need

  1. Kat

    August 27, 2016 at 11:14 am

    You outdone yourself with this one. It’s a real gem, indeed. ❀

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Kat

    August 27, 2016 at 11:15 am

    Reblogged this on Kat in the Afterlight and commented:
    I must share with you this beautiful poem written by my dear friend. Please, visit his blog and enjoy.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. artedbc

    September 28, 2016 at 12:23 am

    Nice post! πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person


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