Staples in a lamp post
I walk my route with thought and sense
Past the old town that most would miss
I think and gather a thought and feeling
Always wondering where it’s all leading
I pass the empty stores where have these gone sure they once were the source and belong
I walk once again past pillars and posts
Old worn out phone box almost a ghost
Times keep moving but so does my walk
I keep on thinking and gather a thought
Someone will stop from time to time and tell me the past it was once mine now it’s just past
A day on a walk I stop and looked up at tar cover lamppost that would mean so much.
This post as a child had no meaning no rhyme but as I grow older It will one day be mine.
This post that I stare gives chills that scare for as we grow older I know I will be there.
This post that now seems covered in staples of loved ones that left us and gone to heaven.
This post is a post but look deep you will see is strong and it’s there waiting for you and for me.
The post that I pass on each morning walk seem to have a new staples new meaning new loss
People I may know people I might not but with every pass I always take note.
This post is a post to light up a night this post is a post that leads a path and I pay my respects whenever I pass.