To think it's a sacrifice, for the sheer leisure?
How pathetic we can get, wagering chances for pleasure,
And then when time is finished, that is when we regret,
We are pitiful creatures, stopping only to be set,
For you postpone the retribution, because death will come to us all,
The chances you once had, will once begin to fall,
Cracking the thin ice, taking the risks of this life,
And then we toss in our graves, ghosts of this very strife,
One by one the wolves howl, when time comes, the crows watch,
A taste of misery in itself, so you emulate with dreams like a swatch,
For you are paralyzed with grief, the grief of your life now,
You suppose the chances you could have, were the chances that would plough.
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
