More To The Story

Suffering a case of sedulous
Missing the sign to leave
At last shown the door
At home there to grieve
A heart returned to storage
Another suffering a new loss
Daring the wreckage of Romance
To give Love’s dice a fresh toss
Midnight though hours away
Offers a chance to attend
Only in the long dark of lonely
Can broken hearts ever mend
But even in the cold morn of Spring
Turns up a new expectant flower
Pray allow the rays of the Sun
To energize Hope’s ever young power
So when things appear darkest
And Love’s writ verse seems at an end
Look to Hope’s new verdant flower
With more of the story to append


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on July 29, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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