Spiritually Poetic Theory Of Buried Ages Poem by me poet yeps poet

You speak of the dying dawn
the last day on Earth
one does adorn

the docs change
Lock AND Key

a new dawn is born
you are finally gone

a new version of yours
takes your place

still they say Lord
has soul replaced

He must be having
a Donars Locker
to so quickly give you a newset
ofa fresh baby's clothes
in a new rocker
new mom's womb anew

The Dawn has been born
but a fresh

of last night
nothing you can ever
beget

what docs now say
they in sheer madness may

but know yesterday
you never ever may

so enjoy an entirely new
fresh morn
in you now born
today