Sun arises, defaces darkness,
City in lanterns, gives way for the harness.
A morning begins, concludes the night:
But what more hopes, for a man in fright?
Only the active dullness repeats its monotony,
With a clearly visible sky of harmony.
A troop of children walks past my sight:
But what more hopes, for a man in fright?
Stake stamps heart, snipers sneeze fire,
Primary lesson, still remember from the shire.
And now I've moved to face the fight:
But what more hopes, for a man in fright?
Struggled for meals, with desire for life,
Money was the need for the passions in life.
Only an hour for the rope so tight:
BUT WHAT MORE HOPES, FOR A MAN IN FRIGHT?
Struggled for meals, with desire for life, Money was the need for the passions in life. Only an hour for the rope so tight: BUT WHAT MORE HOPES, FOR A MAN IN FRIGHT? A great write.
A difficult theme to control but you handled the reins of poetic direction and delivered. Well done
Marvelously penned beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
hehehhehe some people are afraid of daylight..maybe they don't like to work...we millions here
An amazing poem, really thoughtful, a well deserved selection as the members' poem of the day.
Beautiful poem.. Struggles of life are really hard, but with hope we may overcome them all...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so talent champ you are writing very well really so good to be your friend