Only An Alloy

Only An Alloy My poems, people consider to be putrid When all of our life appears to be illucid Everyone around seems to be scattered What's left is broken and all shattered. People start to shiver and put on pair of socks When time stops running will wind up clocks And hope to have a wonderful surprise On Mother's Day do receive a sweet surprise. So now you should have much happiness And point of all my poems never miss Also while reading try to jump for joy Even though not pure and only an alloy.