When I No Longer Wonder

When comes the day When I watch the sun rise And fail to feel a sense of awe Twill be the day that time Blinds my eyes And I hear the Angels call When comes the day I can no longer lift My head from off my pillows Twill be the day I no longer care if The breeze still blows In the willows When comes the time That I can’t see the rhyme Nor the reason for the Rain Nor the thunder When I grasp for the rapture Of Nature… in vain Twill be the day …that I no longer wonder…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Petersen Potter Avatar
June 20, 2015 at 5:07 PM
Excellent pen David! Very nice poem. Enjoyed it. A 7! Wishing you a very lovely weekend!In his light!God bless you!:) D.
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