Open Poetry #41 |
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How did it come to this? |
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BobbyBoy Junior Member
since 2007-08-22
Posts 21West Yorkshire |
Yep, from the start I felt alright: Breathed the air beneath the stars, As a toddler I reaped your joy, In my being gave you calm. And as I grew so did my needs You hurled yourself into work for me Three post rounds a day to tempest the storm Those bills surmounted by the door. One day, a shipwreck came, I tell you What made you break on that round? To lay heavy hearted on the ground Mother said it was heart attack brought on by work and snow. I felt helpless and at charge No hope and in doubt Couldn’t the bills wait at bay? Mother said they could beyond all doubt Immortal you where to me Now you’re far away from me A narrow strip of sullen earth in graveyard A photo on the mantelpiece, much like postcard My morals seem all stripped away I cannot keep the guilt away You posted letters now are delivered from me Like sunken footprints in the frozen grass you fell too soon And faded too fast, Letters and snow are memories to me, Letters and snow rekindle your spirit in me How or how did it come to this? state of deliberation and delivery |
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Dull Glitter Junior Member
since 2007-09-25
Posts 11Iowa, USA |
I feel for you. I can relate to the childlike innocence of your poem. |
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