I wrote this on Helium.com back in the summer, but thought I would share for a new friend. I’ve changed one word from the Helium post. Now you’ll be so curious, you’ll make me a penny by going to take a look…
Time is the cruelest master
its face you never see
it whispers soft and low
the best is yet to be
But slowly time erodes
your hopes are washed away
it laughs at you for thinking
real love is on its way
Your arid soil it crumbles
hope scatters in the stream
as tears fall soft and sullen
a new sprout becomes your dream
February 11th, 2008 at 6:24 pm
You are definately a different Heather Mosher than I can attest to have known. You have a depth and a breadth that belies the little girl image that I attributed to you.
February 11th, 2008 at 11:13 pm
David, first you put me on the list and now this? I mean it deeply when I say I am grateful for you. Thank you for dropping by.
February 13th, 2008 at 12:29 am
Nice ending, my favourite thusfar of the ones I have read, I have felt that way more than once
February 13th, 2008 at 9:44 am
Walter, thank you for taking a moment to read my poetry. I appreciate it. We are all so much alike, it seems.