Morgan Michaels

Peace - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Many a man slips to a rainy grave
missing the peace he sought in life-
peace Life promises he'll have
not ever, at the going price;
From the dawn then, clear till night
seals up his eyes, some mean sound or sight
calls attention- some grim reflection
some miserable correction
mars his waking hour or his dreams-
so Quiet, that at dearest should be free
proves not so cheap or ample as it seems
or solitude as easy as can be
to find- and hopes the grave's a ready bed
to feed his weary, still-peace-seeking head.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013

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