No winner no loser
I'm just a passing poetry soldier
basking in the shade of white blanket snow
I feel no glamour nor the cold
At my oldish age
standing in the
For whom the bell tolls
one day I too will go up
in smoke as in cigarettes rolls
No tears need be shed
I was just another bloke
trying to with poetic stalwarts cope
many kicked me like a football into the sky
but sad I could not fly
Born with clipped wings
I gradually rose
with the perfumes of a
red and lovely Rose
you all have smelled
I suppose
now soon you may wish to cherish
as towards eternity I'm about to perish
speeds up the Viking
for a one short time melody
call it lovedly
I'm no winner in this life
shall never be
Yes in your eyes
a loser could I be
Comments
Dear Lovedly,
One of the most beautiful things you've ever penned.
Never a loser, always the Poetry Soldier.
Lav
Thank you Lav
in you an advisor
I still here have
I agree with Lavender
This is a really fine poem. A little less ambiguous than your normal offering.
Well done
Tim
Thank you Tim
for your comments and advice