Open Poetry #39 |
Blue eyes and Golden hair |
Draugluin Junior Member
since 2006-12-08
Posts 48Ontario, Canada |
Why can’t you see? That death has no pity, It’s a relentless banshee, Caring not for beauty, Caring not for decree. And you have spent endless hours Making yourself out to be fair, Only selfishly to empower, Your blue eyes and golden hair. And the moment has come to pass Realizing you’re fragile as glass? It’s true, death has no pity, For Blue, eyes and golden hair. But I knew, you’d always be pretty And you knew, while feeling frail, How untrue, is a moment to spare. Death hath no lust, Death hath no desire, But in darkness, trust There is no attire, To save you from the fire, Not even blue eyes or golden hair. Take back your time, Golden hair. Spend it on Knowledge, and beware, take only truth and wisdom to bare, Not blue eyes and golden hair. ---But oh how I love Blue eyes and golden hair--- |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
an interesting read a poet who cares |
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