We Cease To Exist
We Cease To Exist
We cease to exist
When no more questions persist;
To be answered.
Each one of my poems is
an answer to another question.
When I have completed 3,650
poems, I will have completed
10 poems for each day of
this year and answered that
many questions each day.
Poor Person Saying
What was the poor person saying;
"With me, would you like to be playing;"
I am now by myself and all alone
With no friend who may be my own;
Sky turn blue and not up be graying.
Shooting for 3,600.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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