Posted on Jan 11, 2013


Too many walls been in his way
Time to knock them down, dust and grain

Far too many been up and around
Now looking beyond to higher ground

Walls put up to block his path
Now and in the distant past

A need to watch them falling down
Maybe a future can be found

Rubble is what he wants to see
So he can pick up the pieces

Move on in a different direction
Nothing in his way, only elation

Posted in: Poetry