Clover

find the luck

Clover

 

There sat a man

Peeking over the edge

Wondered about life

Wondered about his precious soul

He cried and yelled at the wind,

No matter, oh I’ll find a way

And so he carried on with his life

Walked he went back to the city

Back at the wind, humming a song,

Before he knew it he was back at the cliff

He breathed in and peek over the edge,

No matter, oh I’ll find a way

Life had gone smooth and slow for the man,

He though had doubted his dreams

Unsure of what to become or what to do,

All he did was walked on through

Always heading back to the cliff

He leaned towards the wind and whispered,

No matter, oh I’ll find a way

He went back to his small house

In he went

Went down to bed

Didn’t come up till dawn,

Outside he went to his garden

Inside was produce of all sorts

But what most caught his eye was a small 4 leafed clover

A hope of reassurance entered his soul

The burning words spoke in his mind,

No matter, oh I’ll find a way

Reviews

[Cassidy14]

hmm very good poem but where is the suicide prevention part? Not trying to say it wasn't great because it was, but suicide? Help! I'm confused!

[Coyote Poetry]

A hopeful ending to the story in the poetry.
"But what most caught his eye was a small 4 leafed clover
A hope of reassurance entered his soul
The burning words spoke in his mind,
No matter, oh I’ll find a way"
Sometime the possibilities of good luck is enough. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry my friend.
Coyote

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you my friend,
Please look at some of my other works,
Thanks

[Coyote Poetry]

I will tonight and you are welcome.