I carried Poem within my hands
So soft and warm and trusting
I dropped it through a sewer grate
And now it’s wet and rusting
I carried Poem within my hands
And felt its small heart beating
A cold wind blew and though I tried
Death would allow no cheating
A Poem cannot be carried long
Its life is in the sharing
Of love and life and lyric song
And everybody caring
So if you ever carry Poem
Know that it must surely die
If you don’t make your heart its home
And write it down to let it fly.
Beautiful.
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Thank so much. Glad you enjoyed it!
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“A Poem cannot be carried long
Its life is in the sharing
Of love and life and lyric song
And everybody caring”
So true, my friend. A brilliant poem. Thanks for setting it free…
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