"In The Shadows"

Hiding in shadows watching my mother
Walking to her house on the row
She is the loveliest of ladies
Her pace is steady and slow
Several years have passed by
Still in the shadows I hide
Watching over my mother
Who thinks I have long ago died
Too many heartaches were caused
For I was a foolish young man
Filled with drink and the wrong crowds
In the filth of the streets I ran
My sister had told me she saw my mother
Sitting in the kitchen in tears
Therefore in thought it confirmed things
Showing me all of my fears
Setting out to sea on a trawler
Thinking of my mother who cried
Over a fool like myself
Better off she would think I had died
Still I come to see her
Although she will never know
I am in the thick of the shadows watching
Her walk to her house on the row

~Moses~
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"Central Park"

Walking in the park even in the rain
Outside noises fade into the breeze
We escape from the eyes of the city
Sheltered by the boughs of the trees
On occasion a bird will flutter
Yet it will not sing out its song
Upon the blackened branch it sits
In wrought for its plight so long
There are no shelters nearby
So much for urgency when walking in rain
Brisk winds that whip about the face
Yet there is no enduring pain
Our tapping heels upon the pavement
Neat rows of benches on either side
Cultures of people who are normally present
Across the concrete divide A darkened sun holds back its rays
Clouds shade the skies innermost desire A whispering wind can be heard In this place that is filled with mire

~Moses~
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