I beleave the poem specks for it self.
Come later , come tomorrow , same as yesterday , yesteryear ,
Now it's to late , now I must except , that which , I tried not to see,
Or hear you were saying was but a lie , you did not mean, had no, Intension
To consummate your word , your promises,
You are empty of all honesty, sincerity,
Now broke in every way a man can be , I go on a man a lone,
Empty.
Ken D Williams. (THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Written on 2007-04-22 at 21:55
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WHEN LATER IS TO LATE
When later is now to late , for to many years , you said later, tomorrow,Come later , come tomorrow , same as yesterday , yesteryear ,
Now it's to late , now I must except , that which , I tried not to see,
Or hear you were saying was but a lie , you did not mean, had no, Intension
To consummate your word , your promises,
You are empty of all honesty, sincerity,
Now broke in every way a man can be , I go on a man a lone,
Empty.
Ken D Williams. (THE DYSLEXIC POET )
(all rights reserved)
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 919 times
Written on 2007-04-22 at 21:55
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