Broken Window..

What colors fell in light long past

Through the windowpane of time; 

Empty looks and passing hearts 

As rain brings in that sad decline.

What blood spilled on broken stone

Splintered wood to tell of the years;

Toil to boil the salty sweat away

Stale bread soaked in bitter tears.

What stories were told over hot sweet tea

Coal-black hands of blistered skin;

A cigarette brings clouds to the eye

This game is one no man can win.

What wife and child can soothe you

The parting flowers long ago withered;

Slates and plates shattered by the day

Wishes made but never once delivered.

What love is made with broken bones

Honest toil to keep the wolves at bay; 

For bricks and mortar or tooth and nail 

Cracks lips still smile the pain away.

What sky was seen through the glass

Nature returning to reclaim its own;

So quiet now in those empty rooms

Darkness sleeping where seeds were sown.

I peep in through the broken window,

Where life and moments sang together,

Now in ruins and dust, they lay,

Singing the immortal song,

Of life and passage of time.