What know I ?A Poem by Carrie Manor
Angels cloak those in anguish,
those who weep forsaken tears.
The masses that made,
those that man never forgave.
Sometimes I find myself
an idle wanderer,
carrying songs from afar,
and often I wonder,
who ‘art thou? Who art I?
Are we meant to be?
Perhaps, be we a petty mistake??
A spec of sand,
but without one, without another,
be there, wouldn’t be none.
No beach, without each spec,
no lush grass lawn, without each blade of grass.
Nor ocean without each droplet.
Alone, we are none. Together we are the world!
We bare her sweetest alms!
© 2011 Carrie Manor
Added on October 17, 2011
Last Updated on October 17, 2011
AboutBonjour! My name is Carrie Manor. Believe it or not but I’m eighteen years old. I’m not to particular fond of computers or the internet, but I enjoy this opportunity to share my writing a.. more..