A broken golden scaffold
Diamonds trodden into the mud.
They say that I should depend on God’s love
Instead I find myself mourning human failure
I ask of the square and the isosceles triangle
Why can’t people be as mathematically sound
You can’t put a parallellogram is a prison
But you can put a man in jail
All across the football field the crows are swarming
And the sonnet sang in the wings
The man with the meteorite head said nothing
No love was passed down
Life is like a used tea-bag on a kings throne
Wisdom slips between the cushions
Really like the metaphors! you seem to effortlessly/conversationally create such vivid images with each line
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Thankyou for your encouraging comment.
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it’s well deserved!
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