Expiration Date
Expiration Date
I thought the words so witty, they
Would last more than a day.
Their wisdom touch so many hearts
They’d never fade away.
After posting them I waited for
The answers to appear.
Ignored, unread, they disappeared,
Into the great somewhere.
Some poems live on and some expire
Before the ink has dried.
This is my little funeral dirge
For that small verse that died.
By Joyce 4/22/03
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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