redemption
these old stairs
moved generations
a thousand miles
up and down
but they’re quiet now
this old roof
shed a sea of rain
and a hill of snow
away from them
but they disappeared
so why am i still standing here?
take me down
a piece at a time
haul my doors away
that’s fine
grab the windows, too
and don’t forget the shelves
raze my chimney
save the bricks
these old fixtures
can be fixed
and i can live again
and you can live with yourselves
by not throwing me away
-Neil
J. Amos Said,
November 29, 2007 @ 1:29 pm
That was touching, i actually got up and took my water bottle out of the trash and put it in recycling. Thanks Neil.