ONE DAY AT A TIME

WALLS

Between you and me and these four walls...
someone must of said, while standing by water falls,
with no thought of closure to flourish their scribble,
for walls are not numbered... that is just dribble!

A room has a door, opens one way or another.
A built-in window enables us to look inside and out.
Still another, bears a looking glass gazing about.
No limit is set to the solidity of the walls to call out.

Words said in trust with such certainty,
without measure, some are abused with vulgarity.
If the walls could absorb, they will be blazed,
and not set in stone, and later be glazed.

Remember, a wall can set the spoken words free,
as a door is opened, they are all able to flee.
A window or looking glass, found in many malls,
are ignored by man envisioning just the four walls.

Yana Petkov
25th January 2005

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