Connie Yost

Rookie (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

Once Upon A Morn' So Early - Poem by Connie Yost

Once upon a morn' so early, the moon's last smile, though soft and pearly, held
a story once foretold,
That all that glistens is not gold, And soon the moon is but a sliver
And those now born are getting old, and magic portions are not sold.
Except to those who's love of life still keep their arrows in the quiver.


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  • Gold Star - 32,626 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/28/2013 4:37:00 AM)

    good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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