Forty Three
a number is a curious thing
the shape the color the familiar ring
reflections cast a pallid glow
winter's secrets over summer's tow
with magic beans and wicked tea
such fools take heart at forty three
Copyright © Susan Mangiante | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment