The last day
Should we waste the time on past
Shedding tears of failures vast?
Or crave for love in hungry lust
In ceaseless time through movement fast?
Building shattered dreams to burst
Nursing battered wounds to trust
Should never in history last
As we near for change to dust!
Come my love before we rust
Our acts be put on things we must
To quench the dreams of unvoiced thirst
And change the day lest we combust.
Keep posting dude. I found the genes of John Keats and William Wordsworth living in you. God bless you.
ReplyDeletei like poetry, i try to think poems, but i have found a poet here and i am glad i have met, for now i can read a poem not written but felt... keep going phub..
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