Poetry (It's Not Just For Sissies Anymore) - [Matthew]
When The Day Is Done
When the day is done
When the sun steals away
When night falls soft around us
May the workers sleep
May the sleepers dream
And may the dreamers smile
May the children sing
May the people drink
And may everyone dance
May the sinners change
May the wronged forgive
May what’s lost be found
May the weary rest
May the weary rest
May the weary rest
When the day is done
When the sun steals away
When night falls soft around us
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1 Comments:
Your poem kicks butt, man. Why hven't any of the regulars on this blog posted anything about yet? Can you do a sonnet?
PS: What is 'Etctera'? Like a radio show or smothing?
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