Across the roof-tops of the town
I saw the flaming sun go down;
For some, another day of tears
Lay buried in the hurrying years.
The shadows folded; here and there
A yellow light began to flare.
For some, another golden day
Of gladness sped upon its way
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC
Across the roof-tops of the town
I saw the flaming sun go down;
For some, another day of tears
Lay buried in the hurrying years.
The shadows folded; here and there
A yellow light began to flare.
For some, another golden day
Of gladness sped upon its way
THIS IS NOT MY POEM!
This is a poem by my favorite poet Charles Hanson Towne.
Request permission to use this poem