growing pains

Poem #40 from Small Town Kid

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a child of the night-time
he walks
with just the moon
to cast an eye
on his path

he wanders
through streets that lie empty
at the end of daylight

only his footfalls
echoing softly
break the silence he meets

and nobody knows
why he’s out walking
or what’s in his mind
where he goes

the night is private
the dark conceals

around the cloak
of a black mystery
soft hope lingers
that it’s only growing pains
that one day
he will walk in the light

© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 41: swimming on the royal reserve


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