david lessard

Rookie - 2 Points (september fourteenth, nineteen forty-one / gardner, massachusetts)

Spring's Here... - Poem by david lessard

Spring's here...you can smell the blossoms,
You can sense the prefume in the air;
People laughing, smiling, joking,
as if they had no earthly care.

Don't they know that we could die tomorrow?
Can't they see that death comes quick to all?
Have they blinders on, are they deaf?
Don't they know they're headed for a fall?

Spring does that to may people,
Makes them lovers without fear;
It masks the heartache hiding,
It casts aside the lurking tear.

Spring is just a mass deception,
We're mesmerized by her playful smile;
We suckered into beliving there's a life,
That one can count on for a lengthy while.

Spring's here...you can see the beauty,
Flowers running riot everywhere;
People laughing, smiling, joking,
as if they had no earthly care.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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