Some Things Poem by The Pedestrian

Sun comes up
as the moon floats down
the river
reflecting
the silent town

Some things are just because
just as sweet as it ever was
Some things are easy to see
some things may never be

Wind comes up
blows your hair
close my eyes
and you're still there

Some things
still shine like gold
even after they get old
Some things
are just the start
some things you know
by heart

Over and over
I ask the question
Over and over
must I learn
the same lesson?

Moon still up
as the sun floats down
the river
reflecting
the waking town

Some things
are just the start
some things you know
by heart
Some things
still shine like gold
even after they
grow old