Well it's "Famous This" and "Famous That"
Though few might ever have
heard of any of them, still
We use the words because we love them
And not just us but everybody
Walking down the street
There's Plenty Bright and
Double Happiness,
as if it's not enough
to just have happiness
But then, perhaps a little extra
wouldn't hurt because
We could,
if we perhaps might choose
then offer some to others on the street
but all of this.....
I just can't speak
and still there's more to come
The signs upon the walls and over doors
I see them in the people's eyes and
on the floors
They're written in the skies
As close as air
Sometimes I think I see them everywhere
and yet
As I stop and stare
I ask,
or would if I could bear
to hear an answer
What does all of it mean?
Let us pray in the dying of the day
in the strange glow that comes
from somewhere we cannot tell
That these words we throw so causually about
will not turn upon us
or we will then discover that
if the pen is mighter than the sword
the power in the pen is in the words
and these we do not own
but only borrow for a time.
Copyright June 17, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch
I feel this is best read out loud as if it were a soliloquy and the italic parts are an aside to someone off stage.
