Poetry

Standing by the Gate

By Wallace - 16 January 07

Do you stand by the gate and watch
As the world passes by
Singing a sad song
Hiding tears, waving goodbye

Do you watch the children playing
Having fun as each year rolls on
Or, see the lovers holding hands
Kissing as they stroll along

Do you notice the old man walking his dog
He has a silver cane and his steps are slow
The dog yanks him to go faster
But time is precious this old man knows

Can you see me watching you
I am always here, too
Standing at another gate in shadow
Never going anywhere; nothing to do

We could come out together
Greet as old friends would
Meet in the park and talk
Stroll along these cracked, lonely sidewalks

We will never do this, though
Always imprisoned in watching the world
Never joining, never leaving
Always standing still