Until There Are NoneA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)It's about changeUntil There Are None In Vegas there used to be… Seagulls on light poles Lizards on walls Roadrunners in backyards And now there’s none at all Wild horses and wild mules Are vanishing fast Conservation and good intentions Make sure they won’t last Used to be tumbleweed Blowing into town Now too many houses No tumbleweeds to be found Smog has dimmed Our once bright sunny days Now our skies are limned In L.A Haze It’s the nature of things To ne’er remain the same But that good things should vanish Is a crying shame Nothing’s meant to last forever Not even our torrid Vegas sun My heart will repeat only so many more Beats …And then there will be none… 121 words © 2019 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) |
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Added on August 1, 2019 Last Updated on August 2, 2019 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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