There’s a sadness for this poets heart
\nWho can see really so much of life
\nAn ant on a wall that’s not going to fall
\nApparently Far far from strife
\nAnd the same eyes see two lovers
\nOut there
\nOn a Rowing boat almost midstream
\nRichly decked in cupids ardour
\nBoth feeling themselves through their dream<\/p>\n
Then there’s me all alone
\nwith a heart now that’s old
\nIt’s been pumping for many a year
\nIt’s been to the Andes some 6000 poems
\nIt rises and falls and it’s clear<\/p>\n
It wanted to feel like those lovers
\nIn that rowboat midstream years before
\nBut instead it’s all dried up and waiting
\nFor the person that it did adore
\nIt lost in a Moment of sadness
\nReaching out it just couldn’t see
\nAnd so its resigned now to a lonely existence
\nand the end game when ever that be<\/p>\n
A moment of
\nSadness that had to be discharged for me to carry on<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There’s a sadness for this poets heart Who can see really so much of life An ant on a wall that’s not going to fall Apparently Far far from strife And the same eyes see two lovers Out there On … Continue reading