If walls could talk what would they say?
Anything and everything come whatever may
Forget about the past and live only for today
Life is very short and will soon pass away
Walls cannot see nor can they hear
A cry for help or the shedding of a tear
When you need a friend and you're all alone
No one to talk to because all have gone
If walls could talk what would you say?
Please send me someone that I don't have to pay
To talk awhile with me then go on their way
Then I'll see the sunshine on a brand new day
Some walls are invisible and can't be seen by another
We know that it's there so we begin to say why bother
Walls can be torn down and with such a great fall
We're created to live together here on earth after all
Copyright 2013
Hello walls as Willie Nelson sang are the prisons of our mind as you have aptly stated. I have spent a lifetime trying to tear them down. A thoughful write and you are so right
A deep subject of poetry indeed, it recalls to mind Mending Walls by Robert Frost: Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, ..... We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Good Patricia, it is very imaginative and with depth of vision!
f walls could talk there is so many secrets that it does keep, of people who know joy and people who weep it sees every emotion known to man, and can not give a helping hand
When we build walls around us, we believe that it is going to be a fortification from all intruders and enemies. But unfortunately they become barriers, that in the end they suffocate us and we pine for society and friendship! A very pertinent thought with an exhortation to crush down all walls of separation! ! Greatly enjoyed! !
Walls are made to keep others outside. Walls keep one inside. Beautifully said. Poem reminds me of 'Mending Wall' by Robert Frost available at PH.
if walls could talk so many secrets would be revealed. perhaps it is godd they can't. excellent
if walls could talk so many secrets would be revealed. perhaps it is godd they can't. excellent
This poem seems eerily familiar. Perhaps in another life I found it? I love poems about walls, they are such important factors in life: they keep our loved ones enclosed with us, and they help to keep evil and bad influences out. Good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem Patricia - we all build walls around ourselves sometimes, especially when we get hurt. We ned to recognize this in others and help them to dismantle them, brick by brick, until they are free again.