This Time / UnfinishedA Poem by Jon R.T.Alas dear lady I knew the day would come. When you would find me in this deplorable state. It's just as I remember from the last time we met. Maybe my eyes have faded. For the colors do droop. I thought you had left me for good. If you weren't such a cruel b***h. If you weren’t such a petty piece. Never did you pity me it. Let alone give me anything. You're a three leg trick pony. But goddamn if i never seen you look so fine fine fine. Playing with the lights. Running through the tatters. Not even found worthy of good art print. Guess it dont matter. God isn't mad at us. He just limits us to 10 hours a time. Here's to us not losing our minds. This time. They say there's no adventure like finding treasure in the day. But there is gold in graveyards for the brave. Just as there's free tobacco in every ashtray. © 2023 Jon R.T. |
StatsAuthorJon R.T.ALAboutWhat is poetry to me? I can’t say. I’m not a poet. A dusty tome of words from learned fame resting to impart feelings. Pay a king's weighted penny and they will bound, them in pres.. more..Writing
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