Many stories I had read
About living persons and dead
Kids of all ages used to speak about ghosts
We all were seized with different sorts
They may talk about death
That was to come after stopping of breathe
Person was to be taken to final destiny
To become dear again to an almighty
It was delicate stage
Almost painted deadly as an autumn page
Where dry leaves were to fall on ground
To be carried away by wind to be never found
Today I find myself with autumn
With little concern
Where I find weaknesses of different nature
Life is pushing me to dark corner
Well, one has to be pack
And keep nothing at stake
The inning was provided to you play
Now it is time to "bid adieu" any way
Medy Villapando likes this. Medy Villapando A nice poem 2 mins · Unlike · 1
Many stories I had read About living persons and dead
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Re: Inning was by mac on Saturday, February 21,2015 (18: 58: 54) stanza four doesn't seem to fit your rhyme scheme, (aabb) and stanza two, lines three and four are a bit of a stretch, may just be me and regional pronunciation of certain words. I did enjoy the subject matter and message. mac