For the world must turn
And the fire must burn As the cold north wind blows God only knows
What would I know?
For a raincloud sheds it’s water
And the nights become shorter A sweet tune needs a melody Please somebody tell me
What would I be?
For a snowflake is cold
And people grow old And a ship in the sea Holds nothing for me
What would I see?
For lovers though cold
In long grass so bold And clouds gently roll Through the heavens they stroll
What would I hold?
For when memories of old
Are continually told And the feelings return A cold heart can burn
What would I yearn?
For a tree sheds its seeds
In the cool autumn breeze To settle and sow The new trees to grow
What do I know?
So for now my dear friend
No more thoughts can I send Please await my return More reasons to burn
And maybe we’ll learn
To love what is lost
Whatever the cost For I ask you dear friend What would I do without you?
This poem is part of the Poetry Book “
Positively Poetic – Volume 1“ Short Life* Poems Poems about Self
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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