Lost Things Poem by James McLain
Lost Things
No, ' don't stop the world
and yet for me the sun it smiles.
While even the trees with all their leaves
the wind must part.
Too selfish am I the sky at night
the soft warm glow the moon when bright.
And the calico dress hangs from that door
while dawn,
one day approachs from the east.
And no, don't stop this world I wait
for all too spin and drops of rain they fall.
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