You Never Told Us, Mr. Silverstein
Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Oh, we knew, didn’t we?
We knew, dear Shel
We knew right where your sidewalk should end
We even knew where it should start
Us sweet little moon-bird guys
With our bright shining eyes
And the imps that danced in our hearts.
We followed it, Shel
This, you should know.
And we followed it measured,
Treasured, and slow
We even followed it
To where chalk arrows flow
We marked it real pretty too,
Within the mystical
Of a moon beams glow.
And it doesn’t matter if it ends over there,
As long as there isn’t too close to here
But one thing is pretty clear
Oh Shel, oh Shel
Who knew that it would end so near???
Genius that you be
How could you not possibly forsee
This fearsome hand that we were dealt?
Could you not have made it end
Made it end, my friend
Any place, else?
We had it all, didn’t we Shel?
We had it all, right here, in the palm of our hands.
But now, now we know.
Yes, we know, dear friend…
WE NOW KNOW WHERE YOUR SIDEWALK ENDS
But what you didn’t tell us, Mr. Silverstein
Is that where one sidewalk ends,
ANOTHER ONE BEGINS.
~ ~ ~ HOW SWEET IS THIS?~ ~ ~
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