Like a bowl of porridge
The sun will cross the bridge
to begin the day anew
with a bright and yellow hue
The dandelions sway
in a funny sort of way
Their petals twist and bend
like a yellow at the end
of a long hard day
And the moon it glows
among the stars
as the trees, they blow
behind prison bars
of human nature
And nature is golden
but nature is greedy
And the sky is blue
but humans are needy
They belong to the golden glow of time
through twists and bounds of every rhyme
They belong to the blue,
to the borrowed, old, and new
They belong to the clock
because the clock keeps on ticking
Ticking and ticking like the beat of a drum
Ticking and ticking like a thimble and thumb
Ticking and ticking because "These things take time"
Ticking and ticking because "It's me, not you"
The golden glow
an eternal sun
Beaming bright for anyone
who listens
This light of time
shining down
will blanket all of all
this town
Take this love
down to your grave
never instead
to show you're brave
YOU ARE READING
shawshank
Poetry🥀 sometimes it gets better. and sometimes it doesn't. cover by dilfzasupremacy on tumblr
