The Moya View

Tell Me Why


Who can tell me the name of all my lost things
things so small not worth remembering
like coins gone through a hole pocket
given by mother father to buy
the sweet things of life


back then my ignorance was eternal
my world my own private thoughts
not ready for the mourners
hymning their dead

all the walking apart from me with
bowed heads black questioning
their grief dissolving back
into me the names
I love the most

leaving my soul a little lighter
leaving memories
I see everyday
but can’t say

My teachers are dead
It doesn’t matter
I never listened
anyway

The lessons of my tomorrows
will be written with
my dreams
my lies



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  1. caroline46 Avatar

    Sounds like you are saying “So What “very well. Of course expertly

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