There are walls of solid shadow
Between you. See through
Into a special place
And remember those days
As they were, not as they are now
Because, you know, the past has changed
Space age plastic is solid wood
Viewed out the window
Of the shadow wall

Depression
Great depressions become values
Over a grey haired shoulder
And the grass is dead
The grass that was left to you
Has died
No one will come to your door
No one will bring light
No twice burned candle
And **** the shadows
And the walls