Dalton Moss Poet Rhyme

I Hear the Yard A'Calling

I heard an old graveyard, whisp’ring my name
Old stones reside there, seemed friendlier, that game
Tho not having met my three score and ten
I'm thinking these thoughts, my beginning to end?

Regrets I have many, desires not filled
This world holds youth's wonder like soils not tilled
My days? They all merit a decent days work
But I spend my time stewing; my toil I shirk

Time spent on bad thinking, and gazing my navel
This life is worth more, my self is more able
Would that I had power to pull myself up
By bootstrap or bucket, that truth I won’t buck

Great knowledge I've witnessed, keen minds spewing forth
They tell me: "act happy then feel the new mirth"
So I will move forward on wisdom not mine
Perhaps take a rain-check, that graveyard, this time.

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Gerald Kithinji August 7, 2016 at 11:15 AM Would that I had power to pull myself up... You have and I loving it. Dalton Moss August 7, 2016 at 1:09 PM Thank you, Gerald!

Mark Woods July 22, 2016 at 2:18 PM Awesome. I love both the language and the thought process. "This world holds youths wonders like soils not tilled" is a brilliant line (I'm a farm boy). That's going to stick in my mind a long time. Well done Dalton Moss July 22, 2016 at 2:27 PM I'm once removed from farm stock myself (I don't mean the animals). Very much appreciate the comment and compliment, Mark.