Going to CoventryA Poem by Daniel EavesA short poem about life trapsAs I was going to Coventry I met a man upon his knees Who cursed the skies ferociously: “By God, I wish I wasn’t me!” To Coventry though I was bound I paused to pick him off the ground, I shook his shoulders, slapped him round - His predicament seemed that profound. “Why’d you wish you weren’t yourself?” “Cos I’m the kind of low-down elf That spends his life upon the shelf Wishing that he weren’t himself.” I wandered on, head wrapt in thought, And wondered what I’d just been taught. I pondered that each life is fraught With traps in which the soul is caught. © 2013 Daniel EavesAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
319 Views
4 Reviews Added on September 6, 2013 Last Updated on September 6, 2013 Tags: poetry, rhyme, limerick, philosophy, traps, appreciation Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|