Cinderella Poem by Joseph D E Phillips
Cinderella
It's almost midnight.
Please don't pine
as clock hand finds
one one five nine.
This glamor does
not last forever.
Fickle feelings
you must sever.
You're blown away
by little wind
a little nomad
brittle pinned
to empty life
and empty lights
and empty hate
and empty fights.
When the mindless
feelings fade
your intellect must
be your aid
or you will always
be afraid.
Nothing fickle
ever stayed.
Nothing is permanent in this world.what to speak of fickles.
Nothing fickle ever stayed.Nothing is permanent in the world.Even our troubles dear poet
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5/5/2024 7:16:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
to empty life and empty lights and empty hate and empty fights......all about nothingness! Loved the title of the poem (Probably that Cindrella who was severly tortured and tormented by her evil stepmother) . An excellent poem.