Poets Design
Poet’s Design
When daybreak comes and I no longer care
to listen for the mourning doves first cry,
anticipate the sunrise in the sky
or smell the apple blossoms in the air
my passion to write poetry will die.
When night falls and I hear no symphony
in creatures that were once so dear to me,
when heaven is not magic to my eyes
and rivers do no draw me to their side,
my passion to write poetry will die.
When miracles are only fantasy
and justice doesn’t matter much to me,
My purpose in this world will cease to be;
Life is written in my poetry.
Copyright © Susan Jeavons | Year Posted 2019
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