The Enemy Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Enemy
I travel,
In a poetic cloud
Pink rose, gray
Somehow,
Not totally happy
But not with frown,
I enjoy,
A welcomed ivory tower
Where none can hurt me
Or blow me down,
Except for Time
The greatest Enemy
Of life's crown.
Yes, only time can stand as a foe by snatching away pen from a poet's hand! A significant and meaningful work!
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5/4/2024 4:33:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh! at last THE TIME the enemy of mental choice!