December 1984
401 and Shopping Malls
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dark, dismal, drab no sun no sky just cloud and more cloud rolling across the plain blowing overtop of huddled stooping masses hurrying about without the slightest regard for a sight so dreary
look there! on the crest a thousand statues sway marble veins on granite skies to sliver on lead where billows recede
and on it goes a path that goes forever full of plans, dreams, goals and destinations
and there! on the left comes sunlight crashing through one small piece of daylight becomes the painter’s brush
gray silver white
and still the mad wheels turn life gets lost in living lives are lost of hope hope becomes a dream
dark, dismal, drab though often yet beauty will abound tears give laughter meaning laughter gives tears a hope |
life’s chain of plans a necklace of pearls too fleeting to ignore
slowly comes awareness to the mind
the colours are brought to life and dance in far off skies
that dies hard though often |
My sister and I were on our way to
Bowmanville during a winter storm.