Tinge of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart Soft touches of a heavy old soul Now pulling on my heavy empty cart Often my world seems to be lumps of coal. I heard thumps of acorns falling on down That majestic oak sheds its little seeds Old age has me feeling like a sad clown Longing to ride again, runaway steeds Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground Spring will come and they rise out very bold Yet again life comes right on around Nature teaches us, all will be alright Life and death matches just like day and night Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 107 NOTES: 1. My muse woke me at 4 am to write this. I told her no but she nagged until I rose to do the deed. I' tell ya , I want to strangle her sometimes but then at other times love her to death.. 2. The immediate repetition of the word "heavy" in verses two and three is intentional and used for effect, as both the old soul and its life's burdens are now currently found to be very heavy to bear. Poet's prerogative , norms be damned says I.