by StrongSilentTypeTullamore, Offaly, Ireland
Jun 2010 388 Views 7 comments
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Silent whispers upon my tongue
Never uttered by the young
For when they whisper, they whiper true,
Of times gone by and summer dew,
The gentle summer breeze is spent,
Dwindling Dandelion seed head,
Upon the mind it grows much colder,
Seeing as we are growing older,
That times like these are to enjoy,
Natures wisdom to deploy,
For we are not so infinite,
Yet our souls go on into the night,
We pray that we'll not be forgot,
And thank God for all we've got!
Never uttered by the young
For when they whisper, they whiper true,
Of times gone by and summer dew,
The gentle summer breeze is spent,
Dwindling Dandelion seed head,
Upon the mind it grows much colder,
Seeing as we are growing older,
That times like these are to enjoy,
Natures wisdom to deploy,
For we are not so infinite,
Yet our souls go on into the night,
We pray that we'll not be forgot,
And thank God for all we've got!
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
I'm writting this quite tired but it is me looking back on nature and how wise she is, that we have hope and cna live on through her, through others'memories of us and how beautiful and precious each and everyone here is.Enjoy.
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Comments (7)
ER did you mean 'whiper true' or whisper? It's fine it you meant wiper, it just needs a bit more digestion.