No works will be written
About two hearts smitten
About being lifted from despair
Finding one who'll truly care...
No song will be composed or sang
About a whisky drinking kinda thang
Maybe lifting a beer on high
For our soldiers who fought and died...
In memory of or the day our towers fell
The beginning of an eternity of hell
Proud warriors heads hung a losers shame
Taliban laughing, killing more in religions name...
So many hearts, writing works, young and old
Telling, retelling prose, poetry, like it were gold
Words rearranged like a third habeas writ
Trying to not sound like one who's lost one's wit...
There'll never be any works written
No thought that hasn't been said before
Still with every "Fresh New" works I'm smitten
Enjoying the Alpha to Omega more and more...
JJSweets 16Oct21 22:57hrs
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