THE INNER

THE INNER

A Poem by LekANTIC

I work in an Inn.
Though, the pay is a pin
At least I've something to feed
Survival is an important creed.

I work in an Inn;
Where sitting around is a sin,
Customers you've to please,
To have a kiss of bliss.

I work in an Inn,
Next to a graceful miss;
Who likes that I'm bard
And loves a lanky lad.

I work in an Inn,
I serve people as kings,
But I believe soon,
I will be served too.

© 2015 LekANTIC


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it's nice though i felt something was a miss, kinda expected something more in the middle or the end to give it that 'bang'.

Posted 8 Years Ago


LekANTIC

8 Years Ago

Oh thanks for your time. I don't mind your help with that

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Added on October 21, 2015
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Tags: #hope #optimism #survival #life