Steve Crabtree Poet Dramatic Verse

No Rest

There is no rest for the weak of heart.
When your lifes recked from the start.
When your worlds been torn apart.
There is no rest until you depart.
When there’s nothing you can do.
There’s no way to pull you though.
You’ve been dead since the age of two.
And like I said there’s no rest for you.
What you’ve sowen now you must reap.
In my world where talk is cheap.
Life don’t joke it plays to keep.
You’ve been told there is no sleep.
Life is hard and nothing less.
Make it though and pass the test.
You’ve worked hard and done your best.
Now go home it’s time to rest.

            Steve Crabtree

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David William Breidenthal January 14, 2016 at 6:42 AM Such a sincere, kindhearted poem full of sadness and suave care. I learned, even though it's easier said than done, to smile during hardships.. positivity will guide you to more happier days... I hope your days are filled with happiness and inspiration always.

Alley Poe May 17, 2009 at 8:37 PM I agree "There is no rest until you depart" Simply beautiful and eye opening line... -Alley

Shirin Neshat May 13, 2009 at 8:11 PM thats how I feel about my boy friend. I like this poem.