Philo Yan Poems
|642.||Yin Yang Cat||11/9/2012|
|645.||Young And Innocent||10/31/2014|
|646.||Young At Heart||2/6/2013|
In the jungle, a lion's roar,
Loud rumbling from it's core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
He is a king but wears no crown.
Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.
The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.
The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.
A lump in the throat and a tug of the heart
the missing memories flies off the chart
When pining souls are so far apart
the pain is just like a paper cut.?
A paper cut through the heart...
Missing someone you hold so dear
what's that feeling? ...It's not so clear
Longing to meet and to be near
Wanting and wishing they are now right here.