Fragile Is The Night

Fragile Is The Night

By Paul McCann

Paper thin walls ,

I can hear it all ,

the noisy footsteps walking up the hall ,

in the middle of the night , someone screaming out ,

you know it’s not right ,

Fragile Is the night so handle it with care ,

wishing for sleep to come

until the morning shelters me

behind the echoes of this daily nightmare        

Under one roof we speak the truth

between old men and the youth ,

like a family true and tight and we make it through the fragile night

Fragile is the night that welcomes the morning light ,

we do what we have to

in taking what we need to do to make it right   .    

Old men pay bills and young men get thrills,

in the end they inherit the wills of those

who have gone to their peaceful rest in the great beyond  

Fragile is the night that welcomes the morning light ,

we come through and do what we have to

in waking up from sleeping tight .

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