Schooling
Broken tables
And itchy saddles
But still on
Leaving over this worth
Appreciating all as they come
Lost vigor
And fallen figures
Yet still on
Throbbing so long
Seeing it afar
But still holding so far
Dark morrows!
Piercing sorrows!
Almost over I hope
And thinking it’s done
Headed for quittance
With hugs for success
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.
