THE STREETS

 

 

The streets aren't paved

with gold, as this I was

surely told,

They are lonely places

and you play your aces,

your life is now on hold.

 

You find yourself down

and out, and you just

want to shout,

Your life has no meaning,

but you are still dreaming,

other people always spout.

 

The sun comes up on

another boring day, you

suffer so much dismay,

No one cares as it's they

who dares, you want to

walk but you always do

sway.

 

The night-time is eerie,

and so very creepy, you

daren't close your eyes,

But your body feels lifeless,

and oh so helpless, life

you want but it denies.

 

You pray each day and

night, but with no evident

delight,

The God you pray to, is he

true, why does he give

you a fright?

 

Suddenly, a light you see

ahead, and now you do

not dread,

The angel from Heaven,

says; you are forgiven -

as the police and ambulance

pronounce you are dead.

 

GOD BLESS US ALL

 

BY

DARRYL ASHTON