paper feelings.

on a certain day,in a certain year..
i was sitting out,in my rocking chair..
with a writing pad,i looked around..
i saw two men fighting,over half a pound..
to my right,in a certain house..
i saw a lady,fighting with her spouse..
talking on the phone,i heard her sigh..
when she turned around,i saw her cry..
a moment later,across the road..
stood an old man,in a heavy coat..
looked pale and sad,as if he questioned life..
i heard people say,he had lost his wife..
walking on the street,a labourer with a fallen head..
he had worked hard,to earn a little bread..
though he had earned enough,to feed his son..
but thats all he had,he'd sleep a hungry one..
as i felt around,this exploded pain..
people expressed it,even though in vain..
and here was I,so helpless there..
I could never speak of,neither pain nor care..
on the paper though,i laughed,i cried..
the emotions which,people thought i'd hide..
i wrote them down,in the dark,in the light..
coz m just a writer,i can only write.