July 10, 2012

Wrought Iron

My mind in a daze
Contemplating fate
Thoughts fled from my gaze
Astonishing rate

Carefully-made phrase
Just crumbs on a plate
The questions I raise
Not up for debate

Not some passing phase
Nor fad as of late
Once lost in a maze
I’ve opened the gate

As much as it weighs
I try not to hate
For honesty pays
And truth carries weight

1 comment:

You may put in your 2¢ worth, but I'll only pay you a penny for your thoughts.