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 )
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