Wasted Works Poem by David Harris

Wasted Works

Rating: 5.0


For years I sat at my desk,
writing words no one wanted to hear.
Wasted works of love,
with each page overflowing
with sunshine and pain.
They made a lovely bonfire,
to keep me warm when winter came.
The flames licked at every word,
that my pen had written.
When fire was finished
I dug a hole, and put the ashes in.
Finally covering them with earth,
buried those wasted works within.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew mark Wilkinson 15 October 2007

Sorry to argue with you my friend, but lots of people here love your words...10

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Duncan Wyllie 15 October 2007

But not this one David, not this one, , your words are best served to the viewer You're a STAR* Love duncan X

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David Harris

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