Better Day
Saplings grown to trees
kneeling here on wounded knees
picking up the bones

the empty nest is still
fledglings had their fill 
and flown away to other homes


  Just don't run away
  live right here and stay
  You'll never find a better day

the town is growing small
you find you know them all
as they're walking down your road

their faces moving by
you know their truths and lies and
what they've paid and what they owe


the television's on
with all their vision gone
they are living in the sounds

Memories fading fast
lying in the past and breathing
as you make your rounds

© 2002 Adam Hirsch.