my chances tumble
my dice wear thin..
my sleeves wear hearts
that could not win..
and in time when tired minds
regret their leaving
finds behind
once so bold
now in sunken fields of clay
their glory gone
their shine that shone upon the dullest day
stolen by the gloss
this weary life wears away
may they see the treasure trove
that drove their path
had a wrath that hid in shadows
lit by lights
so soon to fade.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
my chances tumble
my dice wear thin..
my sleeves wear hearts
that could not win..
and in time when tired minds
regret their leaving
finds behind
once so bold
now in sunken fields of clay
their glory gone
their shine that shone upon the dullest day
stolen by the gloss
this weary life wears away
may they see the treasure trove
that drove their path
had a wrath that hid in shadows
lit by lights
so soon to fade.
Request permission to use this poem