Open Poetry #1 |
Life© |
Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
Keeping pace with a life wasted Steady beats the metronome. Pleasures and joys not tasted By those living in the honeycomb. A heart that does not mind Aching loudly it is driven. Eyes with time become blind And ask to be forgiven. Asking for one delight Emotion of love to provoke. How the world can excite Until the new one awoke. There is one who will knock And one day feel alive. And another who will mock Finally I will thrive. |
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