The Spirit Sometimes Tires

b’’h

6/21/12

The spirit sometimes tires

Of holding up her flag;

Her eyelids barely open -- droop -- 

Her arms -- exhausted -- drag.

And no one comes to comfort her

Nor hear her weary sigh --

Herself she must awaken -- then --

Her banner so to fly.

--Firestone Feinberg

Reviews

[Relic]

Excellent poem Firestone, welcome to WC. (Tim from Creative poems).

[Firestone Feinberg]

hi relics and tim! i'm a bit lost here... anyway thanks for your kind review and warm welcome too. --firestone

[Relic]

You're welcome. It' will take a couple of days to get used to it. If you need any help I'm here.

[Firestone Feinberg]

thanks so much... i will look around and see what happens. thanks for offering help, but watch out i might ask! --ff

[Relic]

Ha-ha, no problem, I'm here.