Okay, I've made claims that I am (or was) a poet, so I figure I had better come clean or produce some evidence. This one has been my most controversial, with the need for a little deeper thinking than one may realize at first glance. It's easy to assume I'm speaking of a baby dying, but am I?
Perpetuation
The first breath of spring
And baby's first cry,
God's blessed that couple
I wonder why?
Love holds many wonders
When the young are in mind,
Engagement then marriage
And fam'lies left behind.
The cold wind of winter
And baby's last cry,
Is God an Indian giver?
One would wonder why?
I actually do have a lighter side; for example:
The Gallant Knight
He looked so fair
Upon his young mare
So gallantly charging.
The crowds all cheering
His enemy sneering
As he came bravely on.
His horse - it reared
As the black knight neared
And he raised his gleaming lance.
One or two blows?
Nobody knows
Save a maiden who misses her Jon.
All for now... I will need to work on this just a little bit more, huh!
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