The world is busy
And God’s hands full
Nary a bird in sight
Nor a song to hear
It rains on roofs
With no sure eaves
Laughter muffled by noise
Teasing the good old tear
Mist in the distance
you can’t see through
These gimmies for pelf
As old as hills
'While' your time for you
Look for happiness in you
And when you are tired of you
Look up to find me there
As time swooshes past
Swifter than a falcon’s gaze
It leaves me to wonder
Am I still in this race?
Samy
it is a keen take on our times by the very talented, poetic, masterly -- sam.
ReplyDeleteAn excellent composition. It merits attention.
Hana, Egypt
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ReplyDeleteIt is indeed very good to see you balancing prose and poetry with an equal ease. I think at ur age and experience, you are very proficient with words.
ReplyDeleteKudos
someone is getting lots of praise. ;)
ReplyDelete'no Sure eaves' -- thats beautiful creation. This poem is one of the most original, creative and stunning pieces I've come across on the internet blogging, for a long long time.
ReplyDeleteKeep the spirit up.
Way to go
oh that is a touching poem.
ReplyDeletesunanda, hyd'bad
I love the brevity of your verse. You expalined a lot in very few words.
ReplyDeleteMartha Kenwood, Sweden
a nice composition
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