SEAMS
The seams of life,Are wearing rather thin.
Cannot wait for someone,
To cut the blooming string.
My seed's of thought,
Blossom in the spring.
Yet during winter times,
They whistle in the wind.
At the end of summer,
With the coldest breeze.
I cannot wait till autumn time,
So I can sleep beneath the leaf's.
Then when winter comes,
Keeping warm can be a pain.
The kid hiding inside cannot wait,
To taste the icicles in the snowing rain.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-18 at 13:53
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