Life Is Just a Winding Road
Longing to feel your clement breath
while reading your letters in the sand,
you write about premature death
a life taken by one’s own hand.
The whole world knows it’s sometimes hard
to put on a face and face the day,
life isn’t about the right card
or the way one needs to play.
For here alone I need time to think
while straying not from vigilance,
recollecting life in the pink
after years of assertive innocence…
© Harry J Horsman 1996
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment