King of Sorrows (2014)A Poem by Wesley DinglerI. As young men speak, An old man weeps-- With no time left to preach-- With no time left to teach
Such a generation.
II. I am the old man now, So lonely, cold--and how-- With no time left to teach-- With no heart left to weep
For higher expectation.
(the poet's teeth will shine for all who know its grief, in time)
III. Jesters, come sing me a song, Beggars, come lead me along, With pressure-points and accusations-- With less goals than reservation--
Regardless of conservation.
IV. A new king of sorrow Will own you still tomorrow-- With no room left for choice-- I gave you my soul; now leave me my voice--
Without annotation. © 2020 Wesley DinglerReviews
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1 Review Added on December 24, 2018 Last Updated on July 1, 2020 AuthorWesley DinglerALAboutI was born in Central Alabama February 27, 1985. I'm a Piscean and love it. I began writing poetry and child stories at age nine. I began home schooling after the Sixth Grade, having a lot of troub.. more..Writing
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