Frances May

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Frances May
Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

A Fairy’s Lament

We fade, we float away
With every passing season,
Destined to perish alone,
in this cruel world wracked by reason.

They open their own bank accounts
Have their first love affairs
Then they forget about us,
For we, were never there.

Abandoned for responsibility,
Slaughtered by their goals,
We are the remnants of laughter,
which safeguard their souls.

The simple pleasures pursued by th'innocent

Blighted.
by the six o’clock news.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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Edward Kofi Louis 05 February 2009
.......'we were never there'! Yes, this is what life is all about.THanks for sharing this poem with us. Edward Kofi Louis.
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C. P. Sharma 05 February 2009
So is the life, a fairy tale We love, we lament and then in a gale Thus, go on from tale to tale. CP
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