Wills Poem by Dawn Novus
Wills
Road to Romeo fields full of thorns
Upon their grained and writhing form
I read how it was supposed to sound
In amongst the raised to ground
Mine yet not lay a tradgidy
Forget the good and gracious li
For I could never end a note
A rhyme in spite of mine promote
What good would be my best unplayed
If I gave in to old and played
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: play
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4/24/2024 7:36:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Full of thorns! ! But hope lies ahead of you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.