Life is a story, a ball
a drama until the curtains fall
In the middle of a scene
as she plays the role of a happy queen
She falls knocked down
a drama until the curtains fall
In the middle of a scene
as she plays the role of a happy queen
She falls knocked down
trying to smile; hiding her frown
It happens to her again & again
filling her up; making her mind go insane
does she deserve it ; isn’t it unfair?
now her eyes glistening with tear
her red balloon lost in the air
Now don’t throw her a rope
It happens to her again & again
filling her up; making her mind go insane
does she deserve it ; isn’t it unfair?
now her eyes glistening with tear
her red balloon lost in the air
Now don’t throw her a rope
don’t give her another chance
for she gave up seeking, sits there frozen in a trance
someone thinks she is made of stone
someone thinks she has no heart beside flesh & bone
as she walks on the edge the days come & go
the clock's chime
for she gave up seeking, sits there frozen in a trance
someone thinks she is made of stone
someone thinks she has no heart beside flesh & bone
as she walks on the edge the days come & go
the clock's chime
reminds her of time
a time the curtain falls.
2 comments:
I will Hold the curtains !!
Windmills,
Correcting my faults
you know how is easier done
in poetry than real life.
Thanx 4 the suggestions
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