Day: January 2, 2015

Of All That We Lost

And all the daisies and posies will run wild

Leaving behind nothing

Not a bit more, than this scorched earth

The trees will uproot

Snarl, then move on

To the next big thing

The next big conquer

Obtained by efforts, with thoughts

All for our sad and misinformed personal appeals

And all the misfits will suddenly fit in

And all who sing will do so

In perfect harmony

And what will become of you and I?

We stay in the shadows

Curled up with fear

And the constant thoughts

Of all that we lost

But at least there will be the daisies

And we will still have the posies

We can look forward to that

© Dicky J Loweman 2015