Street lights
In a dark studio apartment on Main Street
he walked to the balcony, amidst the raucous
and stood, leaning against the white resin rails.
And he watched as young life trickled by
wearing similar shorts and the same dresses
having the same hair and the same big glasses
How simple life is to be young and carefree,
to plan seven days around two,
and spend all of mom’s money on well drinks.
And when they all grow up
and are bathed in the glow of a street light
while standing on some balcony in the middle of the night,
they’ll find their individuality; their purpose.
They’ll reflect on choices made and choices to come,
and feel pride and pain…
But it’s the pain they’ll feel more since
their youth was so full of pride;
but it only means we’re alive, burning like a street light.
© 2008 Chris Rodriguez