Array ( [sid] => 182919 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Hollow Coin [time] => 2016-04-11 08:46:25 [hometext] => If you eat filet and lobster every night, you will soon loathe even that. [bodytext] => There is coal to ward the winter chill,
potatoes enough to see us to spring,
my child smiles and laughs;
nothing is wanted,
all is well.

Heat cloys this silk shirt,
my shelves, freezers overflow,
alone, my child groans at another digital death,
sorrow caroming wall to marbled wall,
mocking my gain of everything
while losing all. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Hollow Coin


The Hollow Coin
Date: Monday, 11th April 2016 @ 08:46:25 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Invierno
There is coal to ward the winter chill,
potatoes enough to see us to spring,
my child smiles and laughs;
nothing is wanted,
all is well.

Heat cloys this silk shirt,
my shelves, freezers overflow,
alone, my child groans at another digital death,
sorrow caroming wall to marbled wall,
mocking my gain of everything
while losing all.

This poem is Copyright © Invierno


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