A Power Struggle
the quay is where he sat.
deep in thought, he speaks out.
“my money is my clout.”
he rise and walks.
the quayside beacons him.
the pelicans he hears.
he ponders his past years.
the muse was sent.
his journey to pier lands;
he sits to disembark.
the singing of the larks
brings deep thinking.
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PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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