Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2011
Big bright sun sitting in the sky
Spinning, burning, churning our lives
Home cooked pie
Plate up a piece and eat
When its done, get up and run
Is the plate clean for the next one?
Crumbs and goo left on my right shoe
Nothing left for us to do
The time has come for the world to forget
To forgive the pain of the past, live truthfully with no regret
Learn and grow always walking tall
Through the freezing cold mounds of Combustible Snow
Jeffrey P Mothersill
640
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems