 Rough Roads Of Life Before the calls come by scores; by telephone Few silent moments which I could not be attacked the day comes in with quests that are stacked Quite moments to breathe, to think, to be alone Will love seep into visions of a starry night And still the road I elapsed on with a fight? Whatever the wild winds blow in and bring My attention turns to a harden grey stone Placed on the rough road for this soul alone I’ll bring cherished memories of songs to sing © Peggy Oct. 19, 07 (Sonnetina Tre Type 111) |
