Standing tall, standing proud.
A knight in clicking armour loud.
Promising gifts of fruit and joy,
Desperation to the poor, to the rich a toy.
The indomitable spirit, the fire, the kindle.
Possessed by all from king to spinner of the spindle.
It keeps us going on and on.
The reason we work through dusk through dawn.
And at the end of the day if the knight fails us,
There is always the next so we don't fuss.
The spirit of progress, the harbinger of doom,
A thought which arises from our mind's room.
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My collection of poems and riddles
PoetryThings you should know about my poetry: It is written on the spur of the moment. I write poems when I am emotionally driven. Thus, these poems are full of energy, but not necessarily with any meaning or direction. They are not grammatically correct...
