Not Ours To Hold
Not ours to hold with feeble hands,
Not in our hands to boast,
He knows when it takes off and lands,
Same One stands coast to coast.
He calls when he chooses,
We fall like dead roses,
No more in life's tosses.
Books have this told,
Not ours to hold.
Syllable count: HMS
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
