Sadder but Wiser

It's been said, though not by me,
That maidens lay in wait on
Sunny lanes throughout the
Isle of Man, intent on giving
Strangers love. I've always
Doubted this is true, as no
One's ever seen such lanes.
There is no sun out to be
Seen above the Irish Sea.
And it's been said by hopeful
Sorts that pots of gold are
Buried in the ground
Wherever rainbows end.
I once believed this might
Be so, but learned, not on
The Isle of Man, but here,
Outside of Omaha, that
Rainbow's ends cannot be
Reached. There are no pots
Of gold.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-11 at 23:59

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