Life
Sugar without sweet
Sun without heat
That's what life
Has proved to be
A painting thats not done
A battle thats not won
So much left to do
Under the sun
A gloomy cloud rains down
Making it imposible
For the sun to be found
I want no parts of it
I now retire
I lay down
Close my eyes
And happily I expire
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2009
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