Streets Graduations

It is like the darkness of winter 
Teddy bears laid cold on street corners, comatose to dead 

Flowers beside, letters on walls and faded messages  

Hollow grounds, on walk ways depicted, clap! just the one sound   

This is a story rooted from summer’s day, long gone

Empty bottles, cold snow infested  sites, with frost 

Ink melting off paper backs 
Faded names on graffiti walls and messages lost  

This day started long on a summer’s day

Graduation stages set, another name called 

Awaiting a turn on the ceremony of tears 
How many; a face of the unknown to have turned up 

On my graduation, a crowd might gather

This is the only time, if I am lucky to see care    
I would never have this much attention on focus 

And teddy bears would lie cold, on streets on winter’s day

Before is gone, all in silence, with breath I took

Before is time of yesterday, with it's passage, my will to opt 

This was my graduation on a summer’s day 
On here, where I stood, this here my last call  

Nobody looks no more at teddy bears lay, "no crips, no bloods"

The flowers are all, but without life, dark 

Faded writing on pages and empty bottles of Hennessey 
Hold hollowness of  my graduation turn 

Gone is the voice of my time, this is my graduation

Somebody clapped,  a mother's son gone and I had a graduation

With writings on the walls, this is me sat at "rose cottages" wrinkled roses 
Teddy bears, faded messages left, winter absorbs inks from writing