Lament in Harvard Yard

Every choice a walker in his path

to nowhere

that he knows.


Every voice a talker of his wrath

to himself

by himself


Every passerby both threat and opportunity

to stop and see

or steel to flee.


How did this day come?!

Where past is gone,

last chance moves on.


It's not said, but you're a bum!

afraid of all,

took the big fall.


The golden sunlight is for some

you know not who.

But, not for you.

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Laura Schneider 3 years ago from Minneapolis-St. Paul, Minnesota, USA

Hi stanwshura--I loved this poem because it felt familiar to me, and pulled me alone wondering what would come next. My favorite stanza is your last,

"The golden sunlight is for some

you know not who.

But, not for you."

A melancholy, but undeniably appropriate, end to this lovely poem. Thank you for writing it and sharing it with all of us.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Enjoyed. Interesting thoughts and sentiments.


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duffsmom 3 years ago from Pacific Northwest, USA

This poems is wonderful. So well done - loved it!

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