If I were a box I’d be a plain box No fancy ribbons No pretty wrap Filled with joy Along with sadness Filled with dreams It won’t share Because it’s a practical Useful box A helpful box Never a gift Just handy It’d hold diapers Until needed Bills until paid Receipts for taxes Seasonal fruit…
Lizzi wrote a beautifully wonderful poem HERE and she inspired me to pick a metaphor and write my own. Hope you like ❤ I stretched out long For the summer sun Absorbing its heat Until I was empty Nothing left to give I remained silent Weighed down By sharp stones And left with Broken limbs…
You know those lights In the sky rises downtown How you look and wonder What’s going in there Youth is in there Long lean legs Secretarial lips Random raises In executive ties Dreams bought Nightmares sold As the lights go out One by one by one Until daylight Finally dawns And the aging reality…
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