To the grave.A Poem by HuwHow rare it is to see a rich and genuine lasting, loving smile. So rare I find myself stealing them off the faces of infants in the pram. I smile, they see and reflect the beam that shines into my heart. Not all I must admit. Many, if not most, have abject misery stamped upon them from the womb. A misery they will carry to the grave. © 2015 Huw |
Stats
100 Views
Added on June 13, 2015 Last Updated on June 13, 2015 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
|