Don't by Ann Wood
Don't betray me heart-don't give up the old body
it has more to give
although the time has almost flown by.
It has a little more bread in it,
has colorful, naive dreams
and though decrepit and often patched-
it still beats
same as before.
And with hope longs for love
and why not for a new love,
for eager urges, for new summers,
for smiling mornings,
for the sun
heavens...
Give him time-heart
don't ring the bell last
let him before wearily close his eyes,
and meekly depart from the world,
a little more to taste - sip - Life,
a taste that is almost always lost...
Give him time, heart
give him a little more time.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-10-08 at 18:16
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