Time is oh so fleeting
Shorter than a sheep’s bleating
Many days in the sun, can still feel like none
Whether the grays are yearned
Or eventually earned
It takes years, some of fright some of fun
And we pray some will smile
For what’s left of their while
As Taps draws their tears, when “Day is done”.
Raivenne-lations
Doing what you like is freedom; liking what you do is happiness.
Thanks for posting this. I enjoyed reading it very much. Reading and writing poetry relaxes me and I think it’s soothing for the soul. Great job.
A Poem for Mothers
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this is lovely poem and such beautiful words i really enjoyed reading it . from kevin.