Another day might bring my demise,
I wait for Spring to arrive.
Tree do bud grass bring green,
arrive tomorrow with bright color screen.
Winter abrasive wind be gone,
return warm with robin song.
For it is laughter of youth anew again,
Children, lovers and sonnets refrain.
God turn faster the clock and truely give,
and bring forth the Spring and let me live!
03/04/11
Thanks for my poem, Duggan. Hopefully you will inspire me to try writing some poetry again.
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