JOBY JOHN

Rookie - 44 Points (01/07/1989 / PALA)

A - Poem by JOBY JOHN

Child cries,
Learns to speak
With the first
Last but one
In tongue and music.
Students work for,
Adults thirst for
And it is Gray hairs' last breath.
Pain goes with it,
And it is the symbol of beginning and end.
It ends with one
Not with many
But with infinity.
Singular never refuses
Plural dare defuses
The omnipotent..


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 1, 2014


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