by mazzd03Queens, New York, USA
Sep 2011 701 Views 0 comments
Sweet Fruit
The cherry closest to the sun may be the sweetest
But the top rung on the ladder is the steepest
One can have his fill with feet firmly planted on the ground
If one waits too long, there may be none to be found
After more than two decades of standing on tip toes
Calluses are formed preventing the vision of your woes
The reality of your hunger has been the driving force to sup
Your illusion of the lower branches is for them to help you up
But the top rung on the ladder is the steepest
One can have his fill with feet firmly planted on the ground
If one waits too long, there may be none to be found
After more than two decades of standing on tip toes
Calluses are formed preventing the vision of your woes
The reality of your hunger has been the driving force to sup
Your illusion of the lower branches is for them to help you up
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this poem to a special friend who is having a hard time realizing her true positions in two relationships.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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