Ronald Eric Wakefield Poems

The golden rays of sun twaned in a multi-coloured sky,
Resplendent, yet impelling that this lovely day must die.
Oh, should such beauty suffer this inglorious, short-lived reign?
Could that incomparable luster have shone forth on all in vain?
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We look into the future and long for a certain day.
When it comes we seek another; not the one we call -
"Today".
Though, if we're asked if life is dear,
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