This is one of my earliest poems (around class 4?). Hope you like it!
Somewhere, by some street side,
bit by silver frost, or charred,
or tanned by a sweltering sun,
lies a broken shard.
A broken shard unnoticed, in a rubbish heap,
glinting like the finest diamond when caught by the rays,
Who knows the history etched in its cracks,
the stories of its days.
Who knows, if it was one,
of the crystal glasses of a king,
or was the trophy reminding an aged boxer,
of his golden days in the ring.
Who knows if it was the chandelier,
under which couples paired, unpaired,
or was the cherished memory of old times,
for someone who still cared.
Maybe it was, part of plenty,
belonging to someone who didn't bother,
or maybe a remembrance of once good times,
for someone who couldn't afford to bother.
Perhaps it was nothing to note,
perhaps it was something to keep,
but now, it really doesn't matter anymore,
it's just a broken shard in a rubbish heap.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Calling you and other Poems
ΠοίησηWe don't realize the worth of things - or people - until they are snatched away from us for ever. This is not just a collection of poems - it is the doorway to my soul. Come on in, and you might discover something about yourself as well.
