Bull Hawking

Nothing Sadder - Poem by Bull Hawking

Nothing sadder than a doer....that just don't
Nothing captures like a canner who now can't
nothing wanton as a wanter who really won't
Nothing tells you lately how to feel inside

Just you know....you're late...you're late
All the goody has been got
You're not the getter any more
just the gate.

Topic(s) of this poem: late

Comments about Nothing Sadder by Bull Hawking

  • (12/24/2014 7:37:00 PM)

    I wonder what an afterlife would grow into.....a carnation? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, June 20, 2014

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