A Love ProverbA Poem by Michael ThrowerThe story of an old man and his unforgiving past.And as he stood, a stage appeal; He only writes, for what is real. A quill and ink set by his side, The masterpiece swelled up in pride.
A teardrop falls on to the page, Mixing with ink he writes a phrase; “Oh to my young and dear and sweet, I love you so, just hear me, please.”
The last words fell into the rhyme, He took a bow and fell to time. And as he fell he threw his work, Into the dark without a smirk.
He sits alone, so old and cold, His love for her, she’ll never know. And to this day, to his dismay, No words, no ink; a life so gray. © 2014 Michael ThrowerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMichael ThrowerAzeroth, GAAbout22 years old and a student at a community college. For now. I love reading and writing fantasy and fiction. I'm hoping that by using this site, I'll learn to become a better author and reader. If you .. more..Writing
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