Ann Foster Poet Free verse

The Smart Jester

Once the fool, I came to pass
   Vowed I’d never stand.

Waiting for the silly ways, 
   Along a silver band. 

Twice the fool, chastised myself.
   Never shall I wait.

But here I am, yet as I sit, 
   Upon a golden gate.

Thrice the last, a fool no doubt. 
   Try no more shall I. 

The loneliness, the darkness, 
   The fool no more shall cry.

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Niyna Desangre August 17, 2019 at 2:48 PM Even the wise share not a dry eye. A lonely togetherness indeed... ~~~Niyna~~~ Ann Foster August 17, 2019 at 3:44 PM Thank you my friend. Your words are so true. Ann

Arturo Michael July 13, 2019 at 12:48 AM Hopeless...might as well be a smart one...and be a happy fool...Nice write Ann Foster July 13, 2019 at 12:54 PM :) I too believe in the glass is "more full than empty". Ann

Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2019 at 10:00 AM I like this much because it speaks to the part of me that keeps giving chances even when they are totally non-deserved. Ann Foster July 12, 2019 at 9:22 PM Trusting and trusting and trusting... to the unworthy... by the unwary. :( Thank you for your kind comments. Ann