Close To Close Poem by George Samuel

Close To Close



Slaves for sorrow
Pride weapon of princes
Kingdom companion of kings
Quietness abode of queens
Crowd confide in their crown
Sheep follow their shepherd
Parish invest in their priest
Sinners are made saints
Friends and foe
Man is born of a woman
Honey is the product of money
Earth for life and death
Sea coast close and sunshine
Mountain dew drop in the morning
Living life in love
Sea storm drown sailors
Doctors have a day to die
Riders watch horses race
Close to close no matter how secure how calm

Thursday, October 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: failure
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In every thing there's a reason for it, man cannot be perfect.
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