Borrow my poetry, lend me your luck
By Apophthegm
You love my poems You love my thoughts, You’d love to have my dream, I love your life I love your luck I want the smiles you beam. I hate my pains I love your gains I want to lead your life, If you want my arts Get ready for tarts Your life will be your strife. My lyrics glow only that’s not it You seem to take it light, They cry my pain, extract my tears They are the means of my fight. You say your life has been a bore ‘Cause you never had the thrill, And I’d love to lead that buoyant life My talents are no big deal. My poems are not just my dreams Dream crushers to be precise, And your life is not only a bless But a haven; my haven had demised. On the tomb of that haven, rose a poet Which you zealously admire, Borrow my poetry lend me your luck That’s my fervent desire. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 05:30 AM PST, Apothegm 0 • 10
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