The Pageant Poem by Barry Middleton

The Pageant



the pageant of the season turns
and hope may come and go

the bloom of spring is insincere
a brief pretense and show

the promises of youth are guile
then bitter age is due

a lover's smile forswears deceit
yet proves to be untrue

at last our very breath defrauds
the pageant put to rest

as kindly words attend the grave
to dignify the quest

Friday, January 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,hope,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Smith 07 February 2016

I wouldn't have liked this once but from the standpoint of my 78 years it has a verity about it that might be uncomfortable but is still a verity.

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