School of SlumberA Poem by WallflowerWhy is it That the sober sting Of ‘I told you so’ Doesn’t hurt enough to teach.
The lesson always sleeps; It’s a wake, we watch. The exception makes The cost, is mine. Awaken, My Divine.
That sober sting needs venom. I’m drunk, and so a fool. ‘Told You So” Vendetta No exceptions to the rule.
The lesson sleeps on you Tonight, I am alive and well. I am a life, and I’ll live it well. I have my life, and it’s well Come.
And I am thankful. © 2010 Wallflower |
Stats
158 Views
2 Reviews Added on November 24, 2010 Last Updated on November 27, 2010 Author
|