or, the cold dawn
silly simple human, draw me a cup of tea
wish upon all your stars, of what will never be
grow me a mountain, of money health and fame
the quick sand forever mounting, out of which I never gain
the lore of hundreds of stories, link me to our past
in this shaft of passing time, I wear my human mask.
4 comments:
Excellent, we seem to live in a world of illusions
at times. Oh the ego mind.
Love this one.
I like this poem very much
David
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