Withering
The life of poems is what I sought...
Living each day with so much elation
While building it all on a solid foundation
Allowing for hope of whatever may come
Filling our lives with love that brings wisdom
Instead what I've found leaves me in dismay
Like a decaying flower withering away
Living without much laughter, just folly
Spending each day in much melancholy
...HAH, I guess the life of poems IS what I got!
Copyright © Dawn Carpenter | Year Posted 2008
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