where are the snows of yesteryear
that fell so soft and white
and children played and parents sang
and all the world was bright
* ****** **** ****** *
melting snow and drooping eyes
children love the holidays
then the party's over
still the stars bejewel the skies
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what's done is done when the sun goes down
but the sun will also rise
i live for that
to see the sun glow in your eyes
* ****** **** ****** *
disrepair is where i'm at
sliding in to end the race
beaten battered tired sore
unused would be the real disgrace
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About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
1 comment:
glad to see your poetry.
mykuworld has disappeared! Do you know what happened? I have checked back a couple of times and it comes up with an error message.
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