A Lamp Post

 

Behind the trees,

a circle of light

shines brightly.

In the morning,

the lamp post’s still there,

desolate.

Afternoon comes,

memories float by

so gently.

Then I realise

that for years I’ve been

a lamp post too.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s