Gord

2019-11-12 07:25 am

Write not of tramplings,
Tramp whispering, quiet:
Were you to write a hymn,
For him, would it be so pious,
So timeless, could it be?
Could you close your eyes,
See peonies in a garden?

What is a peony, but alive,
Without a whistler to guide?
What is my life, but pennies,
Withstanding misers in life,
What is the point, but a sword,
Curt be I to point or hide.