A Fancy Dream Poem by Kebe Iwara

A Fancy Dream

Rating: 1.0


Our life is a bed of withered roses A fresh melody now spent.
Our life is a waning key lively when struck. A woman's firm breasts sagged when suckled. Our life is a dream
a starry child can't dream again And so he makes it up. So is our life without God
Absurd!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kebe Iwara 09 September 2022

Me commenting ten years later

0 0 Reply
Captain Cur 15 June 2012

Absurdity rules most lives, mine most of all. Good message.

0 0 Reply
Joub Kahuria 28 March 2012

Amazing words very rare...God is enough

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success