Idiom Proof Poem by Steve Wheeler

Idiom Proof



Time is running out
but no-one ever follows.
Grief is a bitter pill
that everybody swallows.

Hope is a symphony
played on one instrument.
Deeds without faith
are like broken ornaments.

When love lies abandoned,
washed up on a shore,
life is a sad poem,
no less and no more.

© Steve Wheeler 2020

Friday, February 19, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,faith,Love
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