It won't be long now I see
'fore the calendar catches up with me
and we will both be in late fall
close to hearing winter's call
and reaching final destiny
When the autumn's come and gone
and I see winter's first chill dawn
shall I face the last season with fear
knowing the final cold is near?
I guess that I'll just carry on
Last Few Words: still trying to convey more than one meaning
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Hello
Too often my secondary meanings are too understated. Glad you got a hint of this one. I'll read this aloud tomorrow with fresh ears and see if your suggestion works. Thanks for the visit..........stan