Round-a-bout
Date: Friday, 1st August 2008 @ 02:03:56 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: trini


It began with a sprout
A knock and a tap
With the wind at our backs
With no time to wrap
Ourselves with obsession
Forgetting aggression
Attending the session
With the philosopher

And he said
Lives not for winners
It’s all
Rock paper scissors
One beats the other
It’s really not fair


Till one day it rains
And the scissors will rust
And the paper will lay
Until there’s a gust
The rock wears away
By the pressuring ocean
And turns into sand
While people apply lotion
To burns

These were his few
Simple words

Words that eventually turned

Into a book to be learned

It began with a sprout
A knock and a tap
With the wind at your back
There’s no time to wrap
Yourself with obsession
Forget your aggression
Attend a session
With a philosopher


This poem is Copyright © trini



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