Past Lounder
While waiting for the end
I noticed a flower.
And waiting for the end
I lowered in dower.
When saying to myself
there's water to loure.
When draying to myself
I watered the flower.
When all of the life
I chose to honor
was what of the life
I bent to donor.
Then bowing to say
I spent life flounder.
Was all in my life
I lent past lounder.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2019
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