This is a poem I wrote for a zene for my local history museum in Somers town London that my mum helped set up and volunteer at and that I volunteer at and did work experience there.
After a million footsteps,
shouts and cries,
Parties and passers by,
we find ourselves here looking backwards, as we go onwards.
we try to savour every dying moment, just a little longer.
To take it into the present light.
The streets flow with memories of a different time.
They may not be our own, but they take up new meanings.
Sometimes you wonder why people squalor on the past,
taking bits for profit gains not caring for what it means.
Taking finials without a care.
But we regain the the history, for what it's worth.
All things have precious value even if not in a monetary sum,
to tell the story from fields to the hum of the city.
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Poems (On Various Themes)
PoetryI write allot of poems and this is a compilation of some of my poems, hope you enjoy. If you can and want to please leave some feedback and it helps my writing. Please leave constructive criticism. Sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes, I ha...
