Nothing saddens my heart more Than a dog who eats my poem And a tree that is burned down And a cog that does not turn
Nothing saddens my heart more Than a book that is sold cheap And a cousin that is hurt From the roof eager to leap
Nothing saddens my heart more Than the earth so full of trash And myself who is asleep While the years moving like flash
In case you are wondering about the odd title and the unrelated lines in this poem: in the last day of National Poetry Month (NPM), valerie asks us to reuse lines from the different poems we wrote during the NPM. The result of this exercise was this poem that is like Frankenstein's Creature, a freak. If you want to know from were the different limbs (ideas) in this poem came from, please read my other poems.
Confession: I didn't use exact lines but only the topics that I was talking about in the other poems.