FragileA Poem by Truman S. BoothA boy recites to his comatose love.
I met Death the other day
Asked him how long she could stay He said "Sorry, friend, I'm not allowed to say." I met Time the other night Asked him if she'd be all right He said "Go to sleep, And I'll turn out the light. I'll turn out the light." I met Joy down at the bar Asked him just how small we are He said "I don't know, Been gone too long and far." I met Love inside the zoo Asked her what was I to do But she'll never say A word to me or you. A word to me and you. Death is sorry, Time is kind. Joy is drunk And Love's a mime. I can only hold your hand And hope you hear my rhyme.
© 2011 Truman S. BoothAuthor's Note
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Added on November 18, 2011Last Updated on November 18, 2011 AuthorTruman S. Booththe Bubble, UTAboutI am a young writer, but I believe that talent knows no age--although they tend to increase together. There are a few things I love, and a few things I hate. I love language, piano, animated movie.. more..Writing
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