Simple Musings By a Southern Poet Part One

Simple Musings By A Southern Poet, Part One Lips of honey glisten like dew does life listen when one begs a drink, yes just a snort or two until one can not feel their legs, marvelous the smell of winter's breath fireplace warmth, so snugly inside yes, one can truly so fear death then can find nowhere to hide, Laugh at the futility of crying when hope awaits praying words of course great despair is not dying when dawn glory awards sweet songbirds, forest speaks in images soft cast its true desires oft by man unknown some did in their youth have a blast my how swiftly Father Time has flown, Long for treasures are oft forbidden as are splinters from wooden shoes horse that has never been ridden and thus never knows mortal blues, live to find a beautiful lover true with ample attributes so abundant life and living, strangely up to you tho' oft some days are redundant. Robert J. Lindley, 12-15-2019 Rhyme, Simple musings, () Yes, I'd like another shot or two )