Only around,
for a little while longer.
Enjoy me while you can.
Do not treat me,
with hurtful ire, despise my name.
I can make you happy.
Children love me,
despite the pain I will cause them.
You must search for my charm.
I am dying,
in just a few months I am dead.
You may wish I were back.
Will you mourn me?
Will you secretly long for me?
Will you miss my embrace?
J.A.Scott
SNOW!!!!
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ReplyDeleteYea, the first poster got it right. It's about snow.
ReplyDeleteI don't miss snow when its gone. Lol very nice poem Jeff!
ReplyDeleteI don't miss snow when its gone. Lol very nice poem Jeff!
ReplyDeleteNow that I think about it, the poem really is more about Winter than snow. Ironically, I was just thinking that as I reread it.
ReplyDeleteThis one really hit a chord and I loved reading it. Very very nice work J. <3
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