The Lesson
The Lesson
She’d sought the love that was fool’s gold,
a brassy thing, shiny and bold.
Thinking her home was in his arms,
she found that his hugs, did not warm.
She parted swiftly with a grin.
and said, "I won't be fooled again."
11/17/16
Iambic tetrameter 4 beats per 8 syllable line
Contest 244
Brian Strand
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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