Well I'll Be Dammed I’ve grown old and thoughts are dammed My mind’s a bitter stagnant jammed up dam In younger years thoughts rush and flow With laughter, joys and most of all loves glow Will I ever be free from the tugging, lingering sore And peacefully rest in the arms of love once more? Stuck and frozen in pains grasping clutch From winters painful and bitter touch Once fiercely fighting the bitter dams flurry To weak I’ve lost the battle, death’s the only cure! Twinklewriter 4-13-08 (Sonnetina Due) |
