A Mornings Word 11/05/07 Poem by wordsy wright

Well worn and weary and woefully beset
Torn and tattered in all that's beget
Wasted and withered with nothing to gain
Wanton and unworthy of all but the pain

Left to lie bleeding and never forget
The cause and the needing a lonely hearts debt
A troublesome worry that here was once lain
A troulbing tutelage of utter disdain

A trying of tempers all totaled in tout
Boastfully bullish in brandishing about
A nurturing novation of naïve intent
To a world wickedly woven in waifish desent