Exchange Square by Richard Trotter Alone in larger spaces, people pass old man goes home, young girl goes by the city windows are cool and sleeping as gentle buses wait for rain. Stories weave and curve in strangers' minds empires falling, youth mounts the sky their talk is a fog that keeps me sealed i make up history, jigsaw of the day. 07/19/2005 Posted on 07/19/2005 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/20/05 at 02:15 PM 'i make up history, jigsaw of the day.' Yes, its so difficult to fit into the scene which makes us more lonely amidst the crowd. Posted by Ginette T Belle on 11/10/05 at 02:02 AM i like this because i can relate...very well said... Posted by Megan Langley on 11/11/05 at 04:07 PM Rich, I don't know how I missed this poem! I guess since I haven't gotten on here in a long time... you are brillant as always! I love the "jigsaw of the day" - so true... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)