This poem was inspired partly by Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night"
"Good Faces and not so bad ones"
now his six oclock shadow has ticked to, seven-or-eight
and he comes home through that white picket gate
it rains and he wears the face of an apparition
as the tired man tugs his self up the drive, I see him mutter with my eyes,
Another day
another life
alot of faces pass me by
i could have known
i could have learned
what I should have been,
If this is the someday I dreampt of, when I was a boy, I might as well go.
Down into the earth, where I will never find out, how great I could have been.
And I say no no , dont give up hope, dont sit and watch your life play out, dont be so hard, dont be so hard
He opens a white frame door washed pearl by the rain and says, all those faces not so near to me
good friends gone for I am a "nice guy"
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