More Reasons To Burn

More Reasons To Burn short poem

For a day must end
A broken bone must mend
And the dawn must break
As a thief must take

A river has to run
And a bullet needs a gun
As the leaves must fall
From trees oh! so tall

Covering the earth below
And in time as we know
They are covered with snow
Now where did they go?

Who knows!

For when life grows old
And we are not quite so bold
We leave things to do
Which at one time we knew

Now a caterpillar on a branch
Can resist an avalanche
But a caterpillar on wheels
Just can’t hear the squeals

For a creature is now dead
Deep beneath its iron tread
An uncertain partner
On a one-way departure

So for now my dear friend
I must bid you farewell
My time has arrived
There’s the toll of the bell

I’ve come to the end
Of my life and my love
I can feel the warm tug
From the world up above

My thoughts are now fading
My minds become dry
All that’s left to say now
My dear friend is goodbye!

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Positively Poetic – Volume 1

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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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