Poet's Note:
Let get focus and we'll achieve our purpose. If we don't,we may loose both side.



A Friend

He was sent,
To have the crown he was meant.
And he picked his way,
Leading his eyes astray:

He'd seen the gossiping daffodils
Pouting and licking their lips.
Enthralled, he'd stayed awhile,
And was by folly taken on ride.

Sooner he was at his sense:
Perhaps his brain gave his wits the lens.
And in the journey he'd continued,
Till he arrived at the venue.

The sun already rolling up her mat,
Giving the arriving moon a pat.
The dawn pulling off her robe,
Strecthing out the migrating rope.

Outside the venue many art did lay,
And these led his heart astray:
Chain of men playing cheese,
Someone eating,fighting -nothing else.

Interested,he'd asked to join in meal:
Forgetting what was bid him.
There he sat feeding his worms,
Till the meal became to him as venom.

While he chat with the folks,
Another man came to the folks:
'Please, is the crown giver In?'
'Yea' they answered 'proceed to the Inn'.

But now wit popped into my
Friends head, but the crown had gone far two miles.
'I am here for the crown too' he cried.
'No, you're here to eat and merry' they laughed.

And my friend returned to his town:
Didn't finish the meal, didn't get the crown.

Be focused when you're at a goal,
Don't be enthralled by side attractions else your goal be to you a foe.
18:04:04:16:56

Poet's Note:
Let get focus and we'll achieve our purpose. If we don't,we may loose both side.




Poetry by Ajoshberry
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Written on 2018-04-04 at 18:38

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