Walking on the long pavement
You try to comprehend
In your limited method,
In your chosen narrow path,
That something doesn’t happen as it should.
Footprints erase the precious moments,
Cloudy sun struggles to light your face,
The slim palm tree unmindfully sheds leaves,
A tiny bird tweets in a routine,
When you can understand her words?
You pause in front of a brick wall
To mark your presence there,
Someone talks in a whispering tone,
But still quite loud enough,
This morning can never be yours.