The Test - Poem by Sandra Osborne
Love is such a light affair,
And sunshine air.
Somehow seems like a toy,
Somehow brings little joy,
Laughter eyes, and moment’s time,
Some buy love,
A dollar, dime,
Somehow seems far away,
Long ago, another day.
Sure I'm not of you or me,
Sure of beauty, land, the sea.
Ask me why of life and love,
Tell me when a turtle dove.
Answer only times of fate,
Somehow love must turn to hate.
Makes you feel, wonder, why?
Makes you laugh, makes you cry.
Time is flowing, down it curves,
Hollow sounds of twisting nerves.
What for who and why for when?
Somehow love will come again.
Wonder whom a summer song,
Wonder love - Lasts how long?
Tell me days, tell me years,
Cry me sorrow, cry me tears.
Leave me lonely, leave me dry,
Never answer, never cry.
Somehow to the wind the same,
Winters cold to bring the name,
None of life, and love to be,
Coming here - Can you see?
Knocking here at your door?
Shadows cast from up the floor;
Time is flowing, going fast,
Love now comes to flee the last.
Night of day, and day of night,
Crying sounds throughout the night.
Time has come, you take the test!
Last of life, you lay to rest.
Somehow you have passed the test
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